"I'm here, aren't I?" She keeps her voice low, but the bitterness is unmistakable. She's dead, and in death if nowhere else there should be freedom from the past. But no -- there are Charlottes here, Pudding in particular of all people, and these two, natives of North Blue who were already inclined to distrust her before she had to reveal herself. Now -- now, she's sure, they're going to make things unpleasant for her.