"Once upon a time he was a journalist," she begins. "Not terribly exciting, really, until he was killed by Prince Bonaparte while delivering a challenge of a duel. He'd been acting as someone else's second, you see, but supposedly talked back to the prince. So bam," she pokes Ulysses in the side for emphasis, "shot dead on the spot. This stirred up no small amount of political outrage, and he became a martyr."

She's trying to make their path seem casual, but at the same time, Mackenzie is eager to locate the highlights of the sprawling graveyard. Ulysses seems more than happy to humor her, and Mackenzie thinks the company can't be beat. "So naturally, they made him a monument. It's right in this cemetery, and there's a superstition surrounding it. Can you guess what it is?" Her face does that thing where the corners of her lips turn up just a bit, despite her attempt to appear unreadable. It's her tell; this is absolutely some sort of (possibly mean) joke.