"Yeah, it's a little scary when that starts to sound normal, isn't it?" Meche agreed with a grin. Strange that death gods had actually been the most natural thing for her to grasp here, after the last four years. It was just everything else that seemed bizarre to her.

She ate a few forkfuls of salad while she considered her answers to his next questions. The night before last wasn't really something she wanted to mention to him, either, especially not now that it would be a first impression for him. She wondered why it was so much easier to talk about it to strangers--probably because they didn't know her well enough to be disappointed by her. Even outright disgust was better than the feeling that you'd let someone down.

"I've met other people, but sometimes that's not good enough to stop the things this place throws at you," she said truthfully. "This happened last night, when my partner and I were attacked by this huge monster--bladed tail, two sets of jaws, really, the worst. We would've needed a cannon to fight it off without getting at least a little scraped up." It wasn't a lie, just a sin of omission. Meche thought that was okay.