...A pet. [Fortescue's eyebrows go up into her hairline.] And here sometimes people give me lip for having a cat who rides around on my shoulders.

[Having a zombie hand for a pet would probably give those same people a conniption. Actually, it might be worth it just for that. ...or... nah. No. She'll pass on zombie hands. No thank you.

Instead, she looks down at the book in her hands.]

Somehow, I doubt this scenario would have occurred to him. [Her smile is a little less grimace, this time.] But, who knows. Perhaps he thought of something we could use. Stranger things have probably happened. I'll let you know, shall I?

[If she's going to peruse this book, she's also going to get very, very drunk.]