"You talk way too much, kid" TJ may or may not be picking up some of her grandmother's mannerisms.

Without a sound, Nocturne phases inside the body of the healer. The possession takes a few seconds, but she wins the battle for control- at first, anways.

Foley's eyes now glow the same eerie yellow as TJ's. "Ugh" she says in his voice. "He's fighting it."