“Right. Of course.” Her grandmother was a Demon of Excess who sang jazz, why shouldn’t this chick have fallen straight out of India and into Scarlet Oak? Because ‘that’s retarded’ rings a bell. At least Excess and jazz went together like necromancy and traffic accidents. If Delta looked like she was staring it was because she totally was. Which would probably be hilarious if she stopped to think about it later, given even half the looks she got when she wandered around like this. “Well. It’s cold because it’s Fall and there’s never any kind of heat at this time of night. Morning. Whatever.” Personally, she was now more irritated that she had just admitted it was morning than she was that she had a headache - those happened all the time - weekends only happened at the end of the week and she had a pretty fucking limited number of them.
Her eyes? Huh. Reaching into her jacket for the vicodin she knew wouldn’t do a single thing for her, Delta reflected on how she’d meant to put those shades on her face rather than the top of her head. Sure, that would have made her pretty much blind, but so what. “You mean the black pits of despair?” Her tone was dry as she popped a pill into her mouth and crunched it between her teeth, refusing to think about the taste. That wasn’t even a question she was sure she should answer in any capacity, but this was the chick who just said she fell out of Mumbai. Do not tell me I’m supposed to cart you back to the psych ward. I’m not that kind of paramedic. “I’m a necromancer. And it’s not rude.” Rude? What was this girl, a confused angel? Delta always thought an angel would make her feel downright sick. Actually, she kind of did feel downright sick, but it had nothing to do with India-chick. Climbing off the chopper completely in the hope that being fully vertical would keep her conscious, she eyed the other girl’s wrists for patient bands. Thus far, she was still putting money on an escaped psych ward patient. Although she thought that about at least one of her neighbours as well. “So... Why’re you wandering down a main road on your own at this hour?” On so many levels was that not concern.