[Zinc blinks at her, looking kind of astonished, and really at a loss for words. She's never dated anyone, in her entire life. She hadn't been interested, people were tools, interchangeable and expendable. Or... they used to be, until she realized just how lonely things were, in death. But she was... still dead. Her time was over, there was nothing left for her but to be returned to her grave. She was kept in boxes, rotting quietly out of the way where she couldn't hurt anyone.
Her lips move silently for a moment, considering some words.]
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Her lips move silently for a moment, considering some words.]
I am not much of a... date, Gavril.