Saint Lazarus shrugs. "Wherever she can. We met just outside a cemetery. They had a funeral there yesterday, and I figured it was safe enough to just dig up the coffin and then bury the bones after, but then bodies started rising from their graves on their own. It felt more than a little ironic, as you can imagine. A cannibal being hunted by the dead. I'm hypothetically sorry if that inconvenienced you, by the way."

"Also, I don't like being like this, just so we're clear," Saint Lazarus insists, slowly rising from her seat and pushing her chair back in. She thinks she's doing okay so far, but things are getting heated, and she might need to run away at any moment. "I didn't want to be doing this sort of thing with my free time. Direct sunlight is excruciating without my armor on, and I used to be so much prettier before I got bit."