I feel I must clarify my position. I'm strictly a wine and dine girl, no getting fresh with me until after a suitable number of dates, if even then. *picks flint off of her date dresses and smiles coyly*

It's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for. *wicked grin*

This is worrying. I was just about to inject him with the serum when he told me he didn't want to remember, that he may indeed have set off the EMP, and then the lunatic killed me.

And NOBODY's gotten to him yet? Dear Messiah, protect us all.

*worried look*

It's NOT the Bane I used to know back in Zion.

*coughs blood* Damn that hurt. Don't ever kill me again.

*catches up on happenings from her death in the chair, information downloaded into brain*

Fuck.

...

Thank the goddess Zion's still where it should be.