"Literal," Cassandra replied. "Stabbed to death. It was an unpleasant experience."

Secretly, Cassandra was beginning to enjoy saying things like that. As someone who so often observed people, she enjoyed watching their reactions. They ranged across a wide continuum from utter shock and disbelief to complete acceptance, like it was the most natural confession in the whole world. Based on what she had seen of Jones so far, she was guessing something in the middle, erring on the side of acceptance. There was something about this woman. She had seen...things.

"As you can see, my health has improved."