At least it wasn't my eye, [she says, hands finally dropping to her side, and also dropping the illusion of her second forehead. It's fine; she's been hit by worse. ] Last time I had a black eye I looked bare ghoulish. [More undead than her actual undead brother.

With the theatrics out of her system, she takes a breath and takes him in: a proper evaluation of Pierce, head to toe, eyes skimming fast. Taller. Everyone is always taller than her, which is annoying. It's hard to keep the moral high ground when you are literally looking up. ] What's your name? I haven't decided if I want to kick up a fuss yet and I'd hate to get it wrong.