[Oh gods, forgive him. She asks that and then he's completely, totally silent for a long, long moment--she might actually think he's hung up. But, um, he hasn't.
He's just trying to think of the politest possible way to say "She's crazy as a sackful of rabid minks." He suspects it might be some part of the undead-making process, but still, not something you say to a stranger about your (on paper) ally.
A couple more seconds of silence, before he makes a sound slightly reminiscent of a creaking door opening, and clears his throat.]
She a woman of conviction. [...Yeah, ok, that works.]
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He's just trying to think of the politest possible way to say "She's crazy as a sackful of rabid minks." He suspects it might be some part of the undead-making process, but still, not something you say to a stranger about your (on paper) ally.
A couple more seconds of silence, before he makes a sound slightly reminiscent of a creaking door opening, and clears his throat.]
She a woman of conviction. [...Yeah, ok, that works.]