Horrible, horrible, black humor. But humor, nonetheless. Karis wished she had pockets to put her hands into or something else to do with them besides let them dangle at her sides. She rattled the fingerbones on one hand together with a thoughtful look. Come to think of it, he probably wasn't from Azeroth, but he was still a deader, like her. That meant he understood, even if it was in an indirect fashion. Right? She rolled her shoulders in a shrug - wait, was he blushing? She couldn't be sure, considering she was colorblind, but it looked like it. Well, maybe a little.

Actually, she wasn't sure.

"I'm always hungry. But I don't think they'd let us eat. Well, maybe not 'til we're in the arena. And, well... I can talk just fine, but that's probably 'cause they brought me back pretty fast. Sorry, buddy."

Oh, hey.

"You have a name? I'm Karis Needleteeth."