Unfortunate that the pesky people who run this place have taken away some of their more basic talents, hmm?

Her smile widens just a little, though there's sadness in her eyes. She remembers laying in his arms, dying. Him crying over her... Him... Begging for regeneration. The madness had been too strong, then. Too overwhelming. Of course the fact that she'd been the one who nudged poor little Lucy towards murder made the memory a twinge more bittersweet, but it's all in the past. She nods, a few strands of her wild hair bouncing a bit, "Yes. Me included." She chuckled softly, "You're either extraordinarily clever, or someone's already told you."