"West Wing restroom. I hope that's close by, I get turned around up there sometimes." She'd laughed when he suggested she'd torn herself free from a bird she'd slaughtered. So far, the only morphs she had from dying creatures came either voluntarily, such as with Terri, or necessarily, such as with the mutant canine from last November.

"Don't be gross! I'm not slaughtering anything. That'd be rude, for one!"