[ Kind of gives a huff at that and then reaches out to take his forearm carefully. Because he'll notice that her skin is cold to the touch and just in the sense that, you know, she's cold. ]

We're all dead there. It's a requirement. You die, you get to go there to try and come back to life. Yatta, yatta, yatta. It's basically a daily affair to watch someone cut off an arm or something. Or have a date with an insect as your new tongue.