"Well, I've been to plenty of healers, and I'd say with at least some bit of certainty I qualify as dead, at least to some degree."

She gives him a smirk as she goes to take another sip from her flask, revealing a pair of sharp pointed fangs.

"Though, I'd say I'm a special case. I didn't simply wake up dead and covered in my own blood, and most of those times getting myself patched up were prior to finding myself here."

Gazing down at the empty bottles and bag of chips, she stifles a laugh.

"At least you still have a taste for beer, in spite of all this. I'd kill to be able to enjoy a nice red wine again... and not my own special variety."

She sloshes her flask around a bit before taking another swig.