[ She actually doesn't look at him at first. Donna instead takes a moment to bask in the solidarity of knowing that, alright, good, it's not just her seeing this thing or thinking that it's really gross.

As she's starting to edge back away from the myan cat a bit, she offers a casual: ]

I reckon anything's overkill once it gets more heads than a bloody Cerberus.

[ And then she does the looking, and then she goes through the routine practice of startled, wordless shouting. Of the many, often disturbing, things that she's seen in her travels, walking talking skeletons is weirdly not on the list.

On the bright side, the cat monster supreme seems to think that's pretty funny, so it shrinks down a little bit. Also on the bright side is that there's enough dreamlike-quality polish on this ordeal to keep Donna from trying to throw a punch. She does immediately get cross, though. ]

Oi, bone-bag! If someone's gonna look up and see a talking skeleton after they just met one of these things, you might wanna give 'em a warning!

[ She does jab a thumb towards the cats for posterity. They are the "these things" in question. ]