[Well whaddya know? Jill's grin widens and her head lolls to the side as she takes in her unlikely saviour. She would have guessed he'd have kept on walking, what with how that lousy midnight breakfast went.]

Hey hey hey, if it isn't Weepley! Still fleshbagging it up, I see. [He reaches for her and she raises her hand. In the Benny's she'd been snatching his shoulder, the skin of his neck, flipping knives in her grip for fun. Here and now those fidgety fingers look brittle and stiff. They've gone a little blue at the ends, white around the knuckles. She has some difficulty gripping his hand properly.]

That's good. I d-don't know if you can tell— [That's her teeth chattering, not a real stutter, thank you.] — but I'm gonna need all the body heat I can get. You'd be useless if you were a robot right now.

Ha ha ha...Don't mess with the shadows, by the way. They nearly did in this murderous fiend, and that's no mean feat indeed...

[Oof, can she even stand properly? Her knees are so stiff, and her spine is worse. Dying would be so much easier.]