"Oh…Undead, are we? And one without much time remaining. Just about ready to fall apart, I'd say." Shalquoir purred as she raised to her paws, starting to stretch. She then sat down, curling her tail at her side. "Not exactly the time to be chatting with a cat! Well, suit yourself." Shalquoir's ear gave a flick as her bright blue gaze locked upon the stranger before her. "Oh, yes, you may call me Shalquoir. Enchanté. So, what did you want, anyway? Ooh, you smell wonderful. Hee hee hee…"