[She carted him along with her own set of grumbling, muttering all the way.]

Dying's Dying, even if you get dragged back from the dead. Trust me. But I don't care either way. That doesn't change the rule just because it's not real. You go for the jugular and all bets are off.

I want to see you squirming in one piece, fin-face.

[Did she just flick a finger at the back of one of those fins? She wasn't sure if this place really did change the rules with this, but she wanted to make sure this was clear. She was not getting into some screwed up death thing. Her life was sufficiently screwed up as it stood.]