[Merrill was no stranger to the undead herself, however she was more familiar with the cranky variety. This one had caught her so off guard she just found herself staring as it approached, until the young boy came to her rescue.

And oh wasn't he just precious? Not very understanding though, the dead man was being rather nice, and she didn't want him to get all cranky and bitey and stabby like the ones back home.]

Oh um, but thank you anyway. You were very nice...[She struggled to find something kind to say to the undead in return. He probably was having a hard time being dead and all, so he probably needed some encouragement!] I hope you find the rest of your face, I'm sure it will look very nice all... back.. together...again.

[She trailed of as a shiver ran up her spine, because thinking about it, she realized he was really quite icky.]