[She glances at him sidelong for a moment, like she's gaguing just how much she wants to tell him. Then,]

So last year an evil dead werewolf decided to spiritually control me from beyond the grave in order to be resurrected while nearly having me kill all of my friends. Most recently my English teacher who turned out to be an evil druid told me I was a banshee right before she attempted to kill me with a garrotte.

[Lydia lifts her chin, exposing the thin circle of bruising around her neck briefly.]

Shit's gotten really heavy.