"I guess I'm with you now..."

"I guess I'm with you now," Jenna begins, looking suddenly relived, like the last vestiges of her reticence to being a 'monster character' have suddenly fallen away, "what do we do next?"

"First, you form a party, and accept me and the two survivors of my pack into it." You explain, knowing, as you cannot decide if you would prefer if she did or did not, that her forming a party with NPC monsters will confer 'Outlaw' status on her, forever barring her from undertaking the quest that will return her to being human, and as another important benefit making her able to PK more effectively.

She looks at you, and you suddenly feel keenly every bit of your hideous undead appearance, which while it has been slowly improving still makes you a horror to behold: nose fallen away; cheeks hollow; teeth blackened and full of cavities, though unnaturally strong even so, as well as being currently stained with one of her allies blood; head having only a few greasy strands of hair the color of moldy straw on it, not even bald which some women find sexy; your physique unremarkable for all that you are far stronger than the average man; and skin mottled, gray, and flaky, looking somewhat like you have leprosy. Worst of all you stink of dried blood and grave dirt at close range, not enough to normally betray your presence when you set an ambush but noticeable when someone is right next to you as she is now. ~She will never see me as anything, but a monster.~ You think in disgust.

It's ultimately Jenna's decision, as the 'player character' she gets to call the shots here, but, you think she will agree...