Footsteps came and Kiara propped her elbows on her knees, chin in hand as she watched... wait, what was that? The siren's nose wrinkled as she looked over the thing that was speaking with the voice of the man on the phone. Only the mouth was not moving and there was a very odd smell that she did not associate with people. No, that was a familiar smell but it was more of one that came along with death. She had dealt with some odd things in her time but one of the things that she had not was walking death. And that thing right there looked very much not alive.
"Well, that's bleedin' deadly," Kiara remarked with a laugh. She was not comfortable with this, a magic she most definitely did not understand, but that was not about to show. Head-on was the way to take new situations like this along with a healthy dose of questions. "Not quite what I was expecting when we spoke. What sort of lark is this supposed to be?" She slid off the table and walked up to the shambling thing, hand coming up to cover her nose as she circled it. "Can't teach the dead new tricks last I checked." Now using the dead, that could come in handy. Her mind had returned to its very militant roots and she was thinking of the advantage that already dead soldiers would bring. The fact that she was just now finding out this was possible - was it black magic? - did not sit quite so well with her though.