She knew all about people who studied dead bodies, and how the medical community tended to just steal them from graves. Her creator had been one of those people. Though of course his pursuits were more magical than surgical, it had all been the same. There were parts of her that were from cadavers, though the woman he had killed to make sure had been just some poor girl off the street. "You want to have a garden of arms and legs.." She wasn't sure how she found that.
Vampires were certainly strange. Maybe she didn't get it, but maybe that was because she thought of those body parts in the ground as connected to her in a weird way. She wasn't naysaying or anything, just a bit indifferent to it all.
"I.. would be willing to try. I do not know, unless I try. I do think decaying flesh will help flowers grow," she agreed after a moment.