No manual. Of course no manual. Was there ever one? Well, perhaps, trapped in the Argent apartment in the form of a Bestiary. The Hales had one as well - it was high time she began to compile her own, but for now, she would have to wing it.
Powers, revealing things, showing the truth-
”Cover your ears.”
So she went with the most basic of all things that a banshee, herself, could do. She opened up her mouth, and let out a scream.
Was there something about ghosts written, at least by her family… All she could ever remember was talk about wolves, but even when they needed information about kanimas it was there. Maybe they could find something, figure a way to make this work. At least she could communicate, count her blessings with that number. Wheels were turning in both their heads, and when she looked to her friend she found herself nodding. Even if she couldn’t see it.
"Okay.“
Placing her hands over her ears. Catching the wails that even as a ghost made her skin crawl. Had it worked, could she see her? Allison had no idea.