"Hello, Carlisle. Wish we'd met under better circumstances."

Truthfully, she doesn't think much of his lack of heartbeat. Plenty of Undead roamed in Ryslig. In fact, death tended to be required for a lot of Ryslig's creations. Nisha had lost her heartbeat long before Angel met her face to face.

"Just a little bit further, then I'll be off your hands, hopefully... Really, thank you. Thank you for helping me. I know I'm scary looking."