Ha. At least you have some contrast. Maybe try some silver? A bit more refined, a bit less... [ ninth, she wants to say, but who even knows if he has that context in this place, so instead she just says: ] ...macabre? Yeah, that's the word.

[ he's not charging her way, so that gives her some freedom to move. she arcs around him casually, roughly keeping the same distance even as she rotates to look at one of the less dusty shelves. (removing the blockade; opening the way to the door. she's still ready to run if it comes down to it. if she has time.) ]

Ooh, do we get freebies often? The way I heard it, you either offered your service or your blood, and I'm kind of attached to both.