It was spoken quietly, with a genuinely confused squinting expression. Did the coffins need a special... Coating or something? Was it a special ritual? Did vampires need to huddle around and somehow ooze over them? This demanded further investigation.
To add to her befuddlement, she was ushered away and was suddenly gripped by the suspicion that she was about to be let in on unholy secrets of the undead, but then - oh, shit!
And she gave a light punch to the arm, hoping in futility that this could just be a game and... But no. And the knowledge of that triggered a sheepish, crest-fallen Shimmer, scuffing her feet on the ground.
"Well, it's... I mean... It's just... I'm sort of..." And her head bobbed and weave, a little. Its owner trying to articulate her situation in a relatable fashion. "Under cover?"