"I don't think that's going to stop it. Maybe... you could try leading with a fun fact like that?"

Says the young girl, easily shorter than Catrina herself. Dressed in gothic attire, and yet bearing the visible aesthetics of Heaven; a glowing halo, wings flush to her shoulders. She blinks, and a second pair of eyes suddenly appear and then disappear on her face. The smile is ever-present.

"I bet Plague Bird is lovely."