[Liv would have thought it was the title that they had given to themselves, but it's not like she went around introducing herself as a zombie, so had someone, once upon a time, just assumed, and they had gone with it? Had no one thought to ask since?

Her nose gives a little wrinkle, although the thought doesn't remain too long anyway.]

So... we're stuck here with alien gods, who give us choices, like some Russian roulette but something instead of bullets game show, and we're... supposed to make the best of it?