[ Kanaya shakes her head, not even thinking of the crowd. Even without the injury, if they want to notice her, she stands out rather plainly. If they want to give her trouble, she will beat them as fiercely as she needs to, even with only one hand. She can't imagine them as threats, and so she pays them no mind. ]

I don't die very easily, Grey. It takes a very special and specific effort. [ She lifts her stub, the lack of weight to it still disorienting her. ] This? This could never kill me. Even if I lost every drop of blood through it, I would still shamble onward.

[ That perhaps is the drawback of not detailing exactly what being undead means for her, but the explanations are always so tedious. Sometimes, actions prove the point much more succinctly.

His "how?" still rings through her thoughts, they need some kind of direction, and she has yet to find it. They're here for a reason, most likely. It's just a matter of determining what's going on and who brought them. She moves to rise to her feet, but catches herself as she prepares to boost herself with her left hand. That won't work. Bloodloss perhaps messing with her thoughts, that can always be a pesky issue. She shifts to the right instead, and stands up, looking down the street both ways. ]

Suppose we'll need to find our "how". We won't do that sitting here.