I'd make the obvious and very gutter minded comment that one might associate when someone is face a tentacled adversary, but I feel neither Lave nor the err plant lady would appreciate it. Though if it were to gross the plant lady out enough to give Lave an opening, it might be worth mentioning; however, not like either of them would hear it.
Life's no cake walk in Persephone, but Lave Faraday has it worse than most. In a city where the undead are part of the night life and supernatural's the norm; Lave is expected to help keep the peace in this impossible city; or do hard jail time for past crimes. But when you have mafia vampires, necromancer frat boys, and zombie booze drinkers prowling the streets, one can't help but feel like a glorified; paranormal janitor. And Laves problems don't exactly improve when she finds herself protecting a young boy from a sinister force; and making enemies in all the right places.