The pretty woman dressed like she could have helped a certain brainy type better with finding the right dress than say a lush who might have been a man at one time wasn't alone. Funny, they'd died so close together, and they came back just as close? Well, relatively anyway.
Fred had never been dead. She'd been seen people possessed, seen monsters, traveled through dimensions, had any number of not so fun things happen to her, but she'd never been dead. Not until now. It was weird. For a small moment, she had felt a curious peace, not that she wanted to die, but the thirst for knowledge that caused her to read that stupid book so long ago peeked its head and actually wondered about death. Oh, sure, she was more than a little shaken at the idea that someone would want to kill her, and she was still a little concerned about Norman - then again, guns just didn't seem Norman's usual m.o. But, she had to wonder if that was really what death was like. She had to wonder if she was really dead or only partially dead? She wasn't dead anymore, she didn't think. Unless this wasn't really a different dimension, so much as it was a hell or purgatory - yet it seemed awfully nice for either.
The pretty woman, reminding her slightly of Cordelia - it was all about taste - looked just as frazzled as Fred felt, only, Fred didn't feel as frazzled as she felt she probably should have. Her brain tried to work around that as she stepped in front of the pretty woman. She'd caught that face, when they were in that other place. She thought she had anyway.
"Hi." What should have been happy greeting came out as a croak, and the brainy chick blinked. Just clearing of throat and a second attempt. "Hiya." Yeah, that was a little better.