The first word didn't tell her much but the next thing Van said told her that it was going to get her the reaction she wanted. Van was cool like that. Not turned away from the macabre or the darkness. He was a kelpie so maybe that was a part of it. She knew he wasn't a big fan of watching people die, or at least not having them throw themselves down in front of him with their brains splattered about. The grin brought an almost appreciative smile to her face, tugging at her lips and she shook her head.
"No, but I've thought about it a few times," she said and then picked at some of the cheese on her half-eaten pizza, "I've been choked though." It was the first time she said anything about that to him but it came out. She'd told John but it was part of an exchange. John had said he wasn't going to tell anyone and to her knowledge he hadn't. John wasn't a gossip or someone to go gabbing on about someone's personal life. He was protective enough as it was about his own, no way he'd be that sort of hypocrite.
She looked at Van and then shrugged, "That's what it's like. You have someone stronger than you choking the life out of you and there's nothing you can do. The whole world sort of—yeah." She realized she was probably talking too much and she stopped.
"Well, that killed the vibe, huh?" she tried to joke.