*Lilah didn't spend much time debating with the crazy lady and her pet corpse, which in the end was probably a good thing, since now Crazy Lady and Lilah are now both about as witty as the pet corpse.

Lilah is cowering at the base of a large and rather sinister looking swamp tree, now. Freed from that restrictive thingie called speech and unfetterd by anything resembling logic, she's just a terrified, weak female who knows herself to be vulnerable, and the grunts and splashes she's heard prompt her to hide as best she can, because she can only assume whatever's making all that noise must be pretty damn dangerous.*