The idea that someone had pegged her a certain way, from the moment they spoke, amused her. Especially when they hadn't exactly met just yet. Not until now, at any rate. She can't help but give a small smile of her own even as she takes a sip of her bourbon.
"What's there to tell?" Her voice holds a bit of a teasing tone to it. "I was in a coma for three years and when I woke up The Rising was happening. Post apocalyptic worlds suck." She wasn't about to mention her daughter, the very one that she'd lost. "For fun? I kick the ass of the walking dead with fangs. That's my idea of fun."
When she wasn't turning them human with her bite or when they bit her, but Maze didn't need to know that just yet.