Continuing through the elevated section of the Floor, Neve and Erin both kept one eye looking over their shoulders at the grey-skinned angelic woman trailing them.
The spear-wielding monster maintained a calm expression as she followed behind Neve. Erin, as she had been this entire time, struggled to keep herself from laughing.
"Say, shall we give our new friend a name?"
"What?"
"A name," Erin reiterated. "Something to, you know, yell out in the case that either of us ends up in some form of danger, or if we need assistance, or if you just want to moan out a name for other reasons."
Neve rolled her eyes.
"I say we call her... Viscera. She strikes me as a Viscera."
"Call her whatever you want to," Neve muttered. "She's gonna be fighting right next to you, and I can't heal her, so she's probably just gonna die anyway."
