A little of that horrible vacancy left her eyes, though for a moment the Stranger flickered behind them. Even as she blinked, as she started to come back to herself, the scars on her arms and her face faded--they didn't disappear entirely, but they faded, though there was no other palpable change. She was confused, and she was absolutely furious, but Tanya had been right--the fact that it was Spocklar rather than any of the people she'd grown up with calling her back mitigated quite a bit of Sharley's wrath. She knew, in a muzzy way, what had happened to her--she remembered dying, and in remembering couldn't help but realize what Azarael had just done to her. Her eyes flicked to him, and to Tanya, and to the zombies, before settling back on Spocklar.
She tried to say something, but instead had to roll to her side and cough up what blood remained in her lungs. It didn't take very long, and by the time she'd managed it Marty had detached herself from the rest of the zombies and gone to stand beside Spocklar. While the little girl didn't fully understand what the hell her grandfather had done, she did grasp the idea that her mother was alive again--different, but alive.
"What," Sharley managed, still spitting out blood, "the actual fuck just happened?" Though she knew, knew all too well, even if her fuzzy brain still couldn't process it.
"You're alive," Azarael said dryly, wiping his blade on a scrap of black cloth. Now that he'd done what he came to do he was much more himself, if still extraordinarily angry. "And now you'll never die."
Sharley supposed she ought to be far more furious about that than she was, but given that she'd been half-considering making this change voluntarily for some time now, she wasn't terribly angry at all. Most of what anger she did feel was directed at Nero, but it would be some time yet before she'd be able to do anything about it. Alive she might be, but she was still weak as hell, weak and dizzy and still sick to her stomach from the taste of all that blood.
"I'd noticed that," she said, as dryly as her father, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. "Christ, I need a bath."
That made Tanya laugh--if Sharley was demanding a bath, she'd come back to herself indeed. She glanced at Spocklar, trying to gauge his reaction. "See," she said quietly, "I told you he'd bring her back--I told you it would be okay."
Sharley sat up enough to spit, only to grimace and lay right back down--her head was spinning like a merry-go-round. "How the hell did I get here?" she asked, looking at Spocklar. "Did you get me here?"