"The undead were bad enough, then you had to deal with the necromancers who controlled them. They were always half rotted themselves." She looked as if she could almost smell them then shook her head to get rid of the memory. "It's always people trying to wipe out other people, isn't it?"
She blushed a little. "Well, blending in can help sometimes. I'm not," she paused. She didn't really need to share everything with Remy. It was nice to be able to talk with someone a bit more frankly, but that didn't mean she should share everything with him. "I wasn't always human. Before I came here I was a dog. The Disreputable Dog."