@assianbabe
A snarky chuckle parted from her lips. She was unable to take the situation very seriously-- she knew she couldn't die, not permanently, and she knew that only herself and the demon whom she had sold her soul to knew of the potential ways her undead life could be revoked.
"At least you're admitting it," She snickered, casually gliding a step or two back. She loosely crossed her grey arms over her chest, glancing elsehwhere.
"Ey, why /have/ you been trying to kill me anyways? This wild goose chase is getting kind of stale," She sighed, shifting her golden hues back to the huntress. She figured she worked for the government, and after her grand escape, a very traumatized remaining scientist had called a hitman -or in this case, a hitwoman- to do the job. She wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, though she would be annoyed.
/ awh thanks b :))