He shrugs slightly. "In a definition of 'all right'," he replies. He turns to look back at Natasha herself, taking in the look of her before huffing out something of a sigh.

"Kenzi was never good at curbing her appetites. Not in life, and particularly not in death," he explains. "She was having a difficult time adapting to her newfound hunger, and when it was controlling her more than she was controlling it..." He shrugs again. "I suppose you could say that she checked herself into a rehab."