She actually laughed a little, though in truth the sudden change in her...everything...was little short of staggering. It wasn't just that that the clarity of her hearing was sharpened, or that the vague blurriness in her distance vision, never corrected with glasses, was suddenly crystal-sharp; it was something almost intangible, some state-change so subtle she couldn't have put a name to it if she'd tried. Sharley had no frame of reference for it--no words for that change, for the almost-imperceptible shift between human and...well, not human.
"I'm surprised you got me this far at all," she said at last, turning her almost sensory-drunk eyes back to him. "That's...a hell of a ways." She wondered if the faint tracers the lights left whenever she moved her eyes would ever fade. She was warm, and more alive than she could ever remember feeling--which made her want a bath all the more. Ick. "Are you--okay, now?"
"He and us will all feel better after he has a little chat with Mister Maori," Kurt said, still lurking somewhere behind Spocklar's shoulder. Marty scowled and squeezed Spocklar's hand, as though silently telling him to tell Kurt to fuck off. She let go, though, when Sharley beckoned her closer--disgusting and disoriented or not, she wanted her kid.
"That poor son of a bitch," she said, searching her last memories before that big blank patch. "He knows he fucked up." The weather had hardly quieted simply because she was rather abruptly alive again; now that it had got going it seemed ready to keep going. "You...hey, come here." She held out her hand again, a gesture somehow imperious and maternal. "You be careful when you see him, okay? I know you can't stay dead but shit, I never thought he could kill me, either."