[The ghost is back, sort of speak, with a soft smile on her face. It could be many things; Asgard should know by now she's a pretty cynical woman.]

Isn't it a wonder? You've never really considered how insignificant your life really is when you're stripped of everything, even left to primordial desires. And yet there are so many who take it for granted. What about you, girl?

[She's referring to Samantha, of course, as Regina's smile turns into sadistic, wide grin, exposing her fangs.]

Any of my ilk should consider themselves very lucky. I'd hate to see this land go barren. That is when my kind really does forget how insignificant their lives are and gorge on each other. We'll be at our worst.

I do hope that doesn't happen again or that I run into others with demonic blood.