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Sonia's a surprisingly good seamstress, given her occupation. (Then again, her occupation often involves rips, tears, burns, and other wounds to clothing, so it's a practical consideration.)

So, having discovered that it is now impossible to wear her hunting outfit, she's improvised something with her bedsheets and is now inside the house, trying to ease it more into a "dress" and less a "toga." While in it.

She of course still has the whip at her side. Just in case anyone feels like laughing at her.

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"But dinosaurs aren't..dragons, or fishmen, or lizardmen, or anything-men-" Except when they're 'skins in halfway form- "They're just dinosaurs."

"But you were just..."

STOP TRYING TO DECEIVE HER WITH YOUR CRAFTY DEMONIC WA-

Oh, wait, that trusting thing.

WELL YOU'RE STILL WRONG.

"Dinosaurs, normal, non-'skin dinosaurs, are all extinct. They aren't dragons or anything-men, or monsters-they were animals. But they're not around anymore, unless they're actually 'skins or if they've been dragged here too, and I'm still trying to make sense of-"

He pauses, thinking. "...actually, if you mean they tried to eat you here, then I believe you. But wherever else you came from-they shouldn't be around. They shouldn't even be here, for God's sake."

"Ain't seen none here..." Yet. "Them bein' dead don't matter none for Dracula."

"I saw some dromaesaurs when I first came here, but they were...odd, to say the least." He blinks at Sonia. "What do you mean?"

OK, how do you NOT know about the undead horde that constantly terrorizes everyone, really?

"Once y'ain't got a soul in you..." shudder, "he can take your body."

Because all of Edwin's encounters with dead things are based around fossils, that's why!

Edwin considers this. "Well, as long as we're alive, then..."

"He got other ways, if you're alive."

She sighs, gripping her whip. "I was so close, too..."

"Oh." Well, that sounds unpleasant...

Edwin eyeballs the whip carefully. "Close to, er..." He takes a wild guess. "Killing him?"

"Yeah. I was about t'fight him, then... here."

There is some minor consolation in the fact that he is not here. Hopefully.

On the other hand, she's not sure there's anyone left back home who can fight him.

"You wouldn't happen to know how everyone came here, would you?" He looks slightly hopeful. Maybe the crazy woman is in on something.

"Other'n some kind o' magic door?" She shakes her head. "Don't think anyone here does."

"...Door?" Then he shakes his head. "That doesn't help me at all."

"Well... more like a hole, I guess. Why?"

"Because I'd like to know how to get back. I have work to do."

"Y'think any of us'd still be here if we knew how t'get back?!"

"Maybe they all like insanity and strange things. It isn't like I've met anyone normal here," he shoots back, flailing a bit again. "For all I know, some people could've come here by choice; I'm still not sure how this works."

"Don't matter, do it?" She's angry now, though she couldn't really explain why.

"We can't get back, so- so deal with it!"

And Edwin snaps right back into being rather afraid of the scary, scary woman. He presses himself tight against the corner, hoping that only answering with an "" will make her back off.

Shit. She did it again.

Granted, this is with a ~~demon~~ possibly demonically possessed person, but one who's still closer to the category of "Innocent Townsfolk" than "Monster to Purge."

The anger wrestles against the upset guilt for a moment, paralyzing her. But then she grabs up her skirt and, turning on her heel, stumbles for the nearest door.

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