"All the bones, gotcha," Saxsice repeats, already thinking of the various animals she's caught and buried around the island. "Sucks you didn't know me on the last island, I had some gnarly zombie bones hidden."

That gets a thoughtful hum, as Saxsice hugs her knees to her chest, bare feet tapping against the ground. "That's a real zen kinda mindset. Wish it were that easy for me to think like that." There's a pause, then -- "Wait, dead?"