Better. Okay. Things were getting better. He was smiling. Sort of. It was awkward, she thought which was perfect because she was awkward. Part of her wanted to hook her arm in his and lead him in but instead she just kind of started leading in on her own, opening the door for him. She was liberated and shit. Or she was a doormat. Whatever.
"Well good. I look terrible in pig's blood. I think. That was a long time ago... Wow. It's amazing how fast thousands of years go flying by sometimes. And then suddenly it just kind of hits you." She grew a little cold then shook her head, trying to shake this feeling of dread away. Why was there dread? "Of course, the last time it really hit me I spent three years in a crazy house so whatever." Once she started talking, it was kind of hard to get her to stop.