Along with the faceless figure comes the scent of death, of an embalmed corpse. The smells of embalming are not so familiar to her, but death is a scent she knows intimately. Her eyes widen.

"Zombie!" she growls in accusation. Dead things should move around, as if they are alive! She needs to kill it again, but to kill it she must strike it, and she cannot remove her hands from the ropes...