[There's no arguing with that, and their 'rescuers' - for want of another word, it remains to be seen if they're better off now than they had been before - certainly had access to better equipment than any of them could have drummed up. The portals and the time-stopping magic had really been pretty badass, she has to admit. Flashy. One has to appreciate an escape attempt executed with style.

Whatever, though. She's swift enough to let the more serious topic slide, and she steps toward the glass case, leans in so close that her breath threatens to mist up the otherwise spotless surface.]

It's got to be intentional. Either that or they let a kid or someone without a necromantic bone in their body have a go at corpse preservation. Maybe they thought it'd give visitors a laugh?

[It had made her laugh, after all.]