Kinda corpsey. Gnarly cut around my neck that should kill me. Uh...

[Okay, she's not great at this sort of analytical stuff. What else-]

I don't think I have any instincts, but I am wicked hungry, like, all the time and nothing seems to make it better. Tried raw meat... hell, even tried blood. Nothing but nasty.

[Uh, mark.]

Already had a tat, but it changed when I got here. Looks kinda... spine-ish? And there's a skull now. And, uh...

[This is the one she didn't really want to talk about, but here it is.]

...My head falls off at night now.

[Which, yes, included this moment and this conversation.]