She nods. "And...Charles. Gunn. Not sure if you knew him." She stops, looking down, and her lips press into a small, sad smile. "He was a real dish. Suave-ist guy I knew. Never could admit he was better than he thought he was."

She stops, as if realizing her mouth's gotten away from her. It's not like her, but she hasn't had many opportunities to talk about those guys. It hurts, and it feels good at the same time.

"Anyway. You've seen the blue chick, right? Miss Holier than Thou? That's what nipped cherry in the bud. Creepy, right?" Lucky for her, Illyria seems to be before her time. Otherwise she might have to face some not-so-pleasant memories of the past, and her actions in Hell-L.A.