Re: Eddie/Muerte
[She gives him a frown at the signs of pain.] I don't know either. That's part of the problem. [She looks at him, his arm on the couch, and sighs, almost angry.] I'm going to do something. Don't freak out. [After the rather abrupt warning, she unfolds herself and moves across the cushions, end up leaning against him with another angry little grumble. She seems to weigh far less than she should, and nothing pokes or prods at him. She eventually settles with a frown on her face.] This door is ridiculous.