[She thinks about pointing out the fact that of course no one back home would ask about it because they didn't want to die, but instead her eyebrows shoot way up.]
What? Dude, that's fucked up. [...] You don't look like one, okay? That person was just nuts.
[late night action]
What? Dude, that's fucked up. [...] You don't look like one, okay? That person was just nuts.
[Not that...she's familiar... But no, how dare.]