Oh, she is never gonna forget that. That's precious information, right there. She had paused at seeing the shadow and hearing the scratching sound, but shrugged as she resumed.

"Your mom must've been quite a chatterbox, then! Franklin always griped about me filling the silence - but I can't help that, I got a lot on my mind and a lot to say!"

Juuuust tightening the suture here... getting a knot in, starting the next section, making sure it's flexible enough for Alastor to move and breathe without tearing the stitches (or worse).

"Like I'm preaching to the choir, though - dead air's no good for a radio station either, so you know where I'm coming from!"