Sabine's first response, along with an expressively rebuffing scrunch of her face, really wants to be no, he isn't, and for all intents and purposes, it almost is. Except. Of course, he isn't. And is. Just like every other weird, warped, pulled-from-everywhere example of the people walking around. So that maybe no, he isn't, and yes, he is, stick together.

"Seriously?" Sabine asks.

Though none of that really matters.
She looks back because she can't get over it.
It's right there, as he holds up a hand to say hey.

Whose Cheerios did this new knockoff!other-brand!Satan piss into so hard he's tied down in every way but being ball gagged?