04.09: Harry Rutherford

Dead Girl or Zombitch.
Harry had heard worse. He didn’t particularly like either but whatever name she went by was her own choice.
The longer than necessary hand hold didn’t disturb him, he couldn’t miss that she was dead but she wasn’t undead, she wasn’t a being of anti-life. But something was animating her, and from his association with Xaviers he was pretty sure that alive or dead, she was a mutant.
“It doesn't seem a nice thing to call someone who has helped them. Armoire? Is that a posh name for a wardrobe?”
He indicated that maybe they should get out of the basement and headed up the stairs once more.
“I mean you no harm, Dead Girl, my mentor sensed there was something unusual here and sent me to have a look. I am still in training and he thought it would be good for me to find out what. Don’t worry about the animated animals I sent them back to where they were meant to be. No harm done. The fact that they are all recently killed is a little disturbing. So… apart from a potential fledgling serial killer, how are you doing here?”