Warner opened the door, revealing a.. cresture of sorts sitting at a desk. From the neck down it looked human mostly, wearing a casual suit. The neck was different. It was like a wendigo. The head was the skull of a deer with antlers, black eyes like the void, and fur on the neck. It was writing something. "What is it?" It was the same voice as before.
Warner gave her a sideways glance. "Slight problem, boss." If the creature could raise an eyebrow, he would. "A problem?"
"I might be psychic. I knew about the brochure. Maybe I was killed by a fortune teller. They slit my throat with tarot cards."
She turned to look at him, raising one eyebrow. "Nope. I just woke up." She pointed at Warner with her thumb. "Then Warner flew in with his dinosaur and beat up some creature and scared me half to death - pardon the pun - and now I'm here."
He crossed his arms. His hands were like long, black claws. "I see.. Well. A bit unprecedented. You don't remember anything?"
She looked at the claws for a moment. "I mean, I know my name. I know who my family is. But I didn't even know I was dead until about ten minutes ago. Can I ask you a question that might not be very polite?"
"How do you write?" she asked, gesturing out with her hands. "My sister once put acrylic nails on me, and I couldn't function properly until she got them off."
There was silence as he stared at her. She would be unsure whether it was surprise or thought. "Like anyone else. You get used to it. Or it can just write itself."
Her eyes widened and she looked over at Warner, almost as if she wasn't sure if the being was kidding. "It writes itself? God, I need to look at that brochure. I refuse to believe that there are no dinosaurs in this world."
"There are dinosaurs," the creature replied. "But Warner's pet is not a dinosaur." "He's not my pet!"
He groaned, and the creature interrupted. "Warner, you may return to your station. I will take it from here. I don't believe I caught your name."
