[Yeah, she can probably be doing that.

And then she snorts softly.]

I suspect I would. Could be making a bloody fortune here, if only we had the technology to do it.

[In all honesty, it's not just the skeleton, though not having, well, anything at all except bones is unnerving enough.

It's the reminder. She knows, or at the very least, she's strongly suspecting, that this is what she was painted as back in the days when they called her the Reaper.]

I don't suppose you have any personal connection to your current form?