Cheri gives some advice to Cassandra...
She had a job again. Which was a plus. She didn't like being unemployed, it made her feel useless and at least this way she belonged somewhere. At the moment somewhere was, if Reg Shoe got his way, the Fresh Start Club.
'You got thrown out the Alchemist's Guild for being undead, didn't you? You have become the victim of vitalism and-'
'Actually it wasn't just being undead, something happened, but thanks for the concern-'
'Join the Fresh Start Club, where vital members of the community without vital signs campaign to stop the rampant vitalism of this city. We meet on Thursdays.'
'I'll think about it.' The zombie gave her a look that said 'I know that that's code for no but just you wait', and shambled off.
Cheri was stifling her laughs. 'He's alright when you get to know him, really he is. He's very passionate about undead rights, that's all.'
'I could tell.' Cassandra glanced around. Everywhere she looked Watchmen were perpetrating small crimes, safe in the privacy of Pseudopolis Yard. One particularly gruesome...man?...was furtively pocketing the contents of the tea kitty, as well as the far wealthier swear box.
Cheri followed her gaze. 'That's just Nobby. You get used to him, and he's no trouble if you remember not to turn your back on him.'
'Vimes did warn me.'
'I'm sure he did. He told you, didn't he, that you'll be a member of the forensics team and a constable, depending on what we need at the time?'
'He mentioned it, yes.'
'Good.' Cheri gave her a friendly grin. 'Things are always on a bit of a makeshift basis in the Watch, to be honest, but after a week or two you'll feel like you've never done anything else in your life.'
That was a very carefully worded sentence-neither positive nor negative. 'I'm sure I'll get used to it.'
'I know you're a vampire but...'
'Yes?'
'Some blusher could really do wonders.' Cheri looked bashful.
'Thank you. I shall bear that in mind.'
