[ It probably is weird. But Andy has a terrible frame of reference for these things, and she doesn't seem particularly put off by any of it. That drink she mentioned is certainly still a priority — not that she's ever needed the excuse. Luckily, hell is littered with bars, and there's one in line of sight down the street. Gesturing for Izo to walk with her, she answers a bit pointedly: ]
You know, another woman might be offended by you calling her funny.
[ Though his instinct isn't wrong. No one else has really asked her about it yet — how would they know to? She's as good as mortal now, and a cagey bitch besides. Kept that shit secret for centuries. But she's in hell, so maybe it doesn't fucking matter as much as it used to. Or maybe it's just a courtesy between old warriors when she goes on: ]
...I didn't die then. [ Wryly: ] Not that you did a shit job at slitting my throat. I just don't die. Couldn't. Not until this fucking place.
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You know, another woman might be offended by you calling her funny.
[ Though his instinct isn't wrong. No one else has really asked her about it yet — how would they know to? She's as good as mortal now, and a cagey bitch besides. Kept that shit secret for centuries. But she's in hell, so maybe it doesn't fucking matter as much as it used to. Or maybe it's just a courtesy between old warriors when she goes on: ]
...I didn't die then. [ Wryly: ] Not that you did a shit job at slitting my throat. I just don't die. Couldn't. Not until this fucking place.