"Name's Anita. I have to say, Bruce, it's nice to meet you even if the circumstances are less than stellar. Returning two zombies to their graves is not my idea of a night out on the town, more like a hard day's work. But, of course. We agreed to talk over dinner. Which is your treat, thanks."
Smiling up at him with her eyes as well as her mouth (hey, she was a master of the cold-eyed smile, and this situation thankfully didn't call for it. Yet.), Anita speculated aloud.
"So do you think that girl will invent herself an explanation for what happened tonight and start to believe it? I find most do, unless they have a reason to remember. Where would you like to go to eat? I've only been to one or two restaurants since I got here, I tend to stick with what I like. Mexican and middle eastern food. Dinner's on you, your choice as to venue."
She surprised herself by laughing a little.
"Lay on, MacBruce. The night and your explanation await."