[ She cracks a smile at that, glad she'd thought to lick the blood off her teeth beforehand. She knows she's a downer, or at least her condition is - especially her miserable current one - but, hey, if he can keep it lighthearted, she can definitely do the same.

She'd drive herself nuts if she went with anything different, anyway. ]

I'll have to ask around. Maybe they'll take pity on me.

[ With another clearing of her throat, she can feel it start to settle, that tickle in it gone and the tissue clutched tightly in her fist. ]

But I'm all for the waiting. Waiting is - [ She gives a small, pained laugh, holding up an 'a-okay' sign with her fingers. ] Waiting is fine with me. [ At least until she's back on her feet. ] You've, um. You died? Here?