I'll turn down ice cream when I'm dead-- [ she calls after Natalia, plunking herself down on the nearest couch, because it's better than languishing in bed.

And then a muffled sneeze into her blanket. ]

As for that guy... well, he still runs around shirtless and he's covered in glowing tattoos, he's hard to miss. But you'd like him. [ She's sure of that much. ]