[She didn't come here to fight. Not against Law, at least. Even if she wasn't rather fond of the supernova, she's also smart enough to know she wouldn't last long against him - he's far stronger, has more fighting experience than herself, and that's the honest truth. No, she's here to talk, and to maybe even ask a favor, something she's not fond of doing in any circumstance, but necessity dictates she swallow her pride. Necessity not only for herself, but for Luceti, too.
She remains seated - she doesn't trust herself to move suddenly anymore - and the chains of the swing making a faint squeak as she sways slowly on them. How does she even explain this? Where does she begin? Just coming out and admitting the truth of "oh, I'm a vampire!" seems a little tactless, and it's not like she's entirely pleased with becoming a monster. Reading and imagining herself as one was nice, but becoming one is far more trouble than it's worth fawning over.]
Mmh. Trafalgar... [She drops her nickname for him, to stress that this is a serious matter.] How familiar are you with the undead?
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She remains seated - she doesn't trust herself to move suddenly anymore - and the chains of the swing making a faint squeak as she sways slowly on them. How does she even explain this? Where does she begin? Just coming out and admitting the truth of "oh, I'm a vampire!" seems a little tactless, and it's not like she's entirely pleased with becoming a monster. Reading and imagining herself as one was nice, but becoming one is far more trouble than it's worth fawning over.]
Mmh. Trafalgar... [She drops her nickname for him, to stress that this is a serious matter.] How familiar are you with the undead?