"I can get off in the sense that I can achieve a dry orgasm. And I have looked at ways to somehow rejoin the living, but I haven't had any luck so far. Perhaps there is some deity who would trade it for my servitude." She shrugs, her head and shoulders acting as if they were still joined together, based on the coordination of her facial expression with the movements of her body. "There aren't many things I wouldn't do be alive, again... but preferably not as the person I once was." She says with nothing but contempt. "I don't know what my name was back then, but I still remember how I looked, how I acted. I can still see my old self in the mirror sometimes, which is probably just my mind playing tricks on me."