"And gentlemanly," Brooke sniffed. "I'm a proper lady and would like to be treated as such." She settled down at the table and unpacked the lunch things, perhaps a little less than expertly. She was, after all, not the help.

"Though I do know how to dance. I'm not so worried about losing a toe." She paused. "Actually, that does bring up a question. Not to be macabre, but I have to wonder...if one of you gets a cut or, worse, loses a body part, does it affect the others? Or does it regenerate with the changing of the guard?"