"Not a dude," George said, and, immediately thinking of Pride and transgender issues and everything else, amending, "no ... disrespect intended, to ... yeah."

Gosh, that was very sensitive, George.

"It's weird," she said. "Weird the way that -- I dunno. People here have fucking wings or are secretly aliens or, like, my old roommate was missing his face and was on fire all the time. Everybody has secrets. But I don't want you to, like, freak out. Um. And then stop wanting to kiss me."

Or, conversely, freak out about kissing the dead girl.