"Just got your hands full, Janey. I can dig it. Only a suggestion with the Necro stuff. You know so much more a out it than I do, so I won't pry if you're done."
"Eh. Don't know much of her deal, then again I didn't bother asking.
As for the stuff going on, well, I checked on that guy I put in charge of the local mob. Freaky surprised he'd ever see me again, was funny."
"Probably not the best plan, nerco shit is messy."
"How's that...? Couldn't imagine that would be an easy feat..."
She spins on her chair, walking over to the bed to sit at the end.
"Shit, might find pieces of the Necronomicon with useful spells on it. Like shapeshifting!"
"Not entirely solo, ran into that Amalgama bitch briefly, her being amnesiac wasn't what I was expecting. Been checking on stuff I. . . Left behind."
She flopped onto the bed, eyes starring at the ceiling, a somewhat distant expression.
"You've been on the road solo for how long, now? Just kick back for the moment, Janey."
She plops into her computer chair, slowly searching for some music to play to fill the air.
"Not surprising, I'm not exactly looking to see him again. So far, you're the only one aware I'm back."
"Sometimes, but it's like. . . Nostalgia. Old habits."
"Had a...small falling out with Ivan. Partially because of my butt. But, I digress."
"You ever miss the taste of human flesh or am I just being crazy?"
"Pff. Finally coming to terms with it, eh? Well, at least keep Ivan from being a creep about it. I mean, he was obsessed.
Surprisingly... Yeah. Something is a bit different this time, I retained my taste buds and shit, whoever re-Zombie Trampified me seems to have my comfort-
"Heh, nothing I haven't heard before. You get used to being the nerd with a fat ass after working at a comic shop for years."
"...can you drink normal stuff? I've got some water bottles in the fridge if you need it."
"I think we're a bit past acquaintances with all that Danger Doll shit, we're at least frenemies.
Oh, I'm special am I? Now try not to judge your nerdy trinkets too much."