[ imagine an assassin-class servant in another timeline knowing presence concealment, rin is asking for too much ]

... I know.

[ Gray is pragmatic enough. She knows some things aren't practical enough to push for, whatever the sentimental value. She allows herself to get shepherded forward, a wary haze laid over her consciousness. For some reason, it seems like the ghosts are out in force today... Her gaze wanders as she feels them flitting in and out of the area. ]

Magic... or magecraft. They aren't really my strength. And I don't know how well I'd be able to disguise myself.