"You got turned combat-ready," she dead-panned. "What, you don't practice? Neither do rattlers."
It was spoken with a little shrug given at the end. The elder brunette quirking features, as if to infer the girl needed to look in the mirror. A proverbial one, anyway, given their lack of reflection. Not that Theresa was a first. Sometimes you came across someone who didn't realise their own talents. Something the mortal and undead world, alike, seemed to have in common.
"How long's it been?" Katherine asked, turning more squarely towards her. Brow raising enough to crease across forehead. "Since you lost a pulse? 'Cause I'm guessing not long..."
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"You got turned combat-ready," she dead-panned. "What, you don't practice? Neither do rattlers."
It was spoken with a little shrug given at the end. The elder brunette quirking features, as if to infer the girl needed to look in the mirror. A proverbial one, anyway, given their lack of reflection. Not that Theresa was a first. Sometimes you came across someone who didn't realise their own talents. Something the mortal and undead world, alike, seemed to have in common.
"How long's it been?" Katherine asked, turning more squarely towards her. Brow raising enough to crease across forehead. "Since you lost a pulse? 'Cause I'm guessing not long..."