"Yeah," she says, and there's still that thread of panic in her voice that's just sort of bubbling up to the surface instead of having come up all at once. "I mean, her being dead before I decided you were enemy number one would have been good, right?" And she pulls in a breath, and she tries to find other words. "Do you die a lot? Like this, I mean, I'd guess not, right? Since you're all fancy hybrid, and all?"

And her hands are shaking, so she presses them to her legs so that they'll stop.