<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4b/02/42/4b024225317d660c10c1354e6c9c80be.jpg)</div>Tara murmured a quiet thanks and sat back down just before Nyx dropped their bomb. Shit, she hadn't even considered that her condition was Just One Of Those Things, that no one had actually 'done it' to her.<br/><br/>She smirked at the polar bear comment. "Yeah. Crack open a cold one and play with her fur." She was only half paying attention, disturbed by the whole new possibility that....well, not to put too fine a point to it, but the thought that she might not be able to mess up someone's life for zombifying her because...maybe no one was to blame for it. Even distracted, though, she couldn't miss Nyx's parade of changes. "Uh, dude?," she whispered. "Your face is, you know. Running." As explanations went , the vague gesture she made in front of her own was very informative, but it<strong>was </strong>pretty expressive.