"Okay- hold on, I think you've got something fucked up. I know why I was picked to come back; literally just random chance. And it's not like I didn't have a choice. I know what's been asked of me. I just don't know the fucking, necromantic formulas or some shit, and if I did, I don't know why I'd tell you."

Because y'know. That seems like a good way to get her shit turned against her.

"Weird."