Straight to the point. Well, where was the point in tiptoeing around it?
While Stiles may have been content for the moment, she poured a drink for herself, settling herself on the couch and letting Stiles choose where he wanted to sit. "Zombie. A friend of mine actually. He just wasn't acting like himself...like something was affecting him." She took a sip of her drink, shaking her head. "I don't really remember much, but that's probably for the best, yeah?" She looked at him, wondering about his own experience. It felt rude or weird to actually ask him about it, but that was the whole point of him coming over, wasn't it? There was a sort of morbid comfort in sharing a death together.