[She almost presses the subject, wanting to get a few more details, but the way he shrugs it off like that -- he obviously doesn't want to talk about it, and they're not good enough friends for her to push. Not yet. She smiles wryly, gesturing for him to take a seat at the kitchen table as she heads in that direction.

Sure, they have rummaging to do, but why not talk shop for a little while first?]

It took me a few minutes to recognize it for what it was. Someone had skinned it alive. Because of their regenerative properties, it wasn't enough to kill it... kind of hard to watch, actually. It was in a lot of pain.

[Not aggressive. Not hurting anyone. Just another victim.]

Kind of goes without saying given the situation, I guess. They're immortal, so I can only hope that they would be able to grow their own skin and scales back.