"Simple." the ebony haired woman answered, dressed in the same snug black t-shirt in which she was killed in, along with a pair of jeans and the same black laced combat boots. Though her hair had been cut a bit short, perhaps shoulder length, the layered strands still curving along her jaw line.

"I asked somebody." a smirk came to those light pink lips, as the brunette quirked an eyebrow herself.

"I've got somethin' to tell you..." a hint of a Detroit accent in her tone, though the normal acid humor and wit...suddenly disappeared.