No. They'd say, Holy Shit Harls how'd you wind up getting swallowed by a Renaissance Fair?

[Too much rumination wasn't her style, and the smile on her face as he deals with his own feelings, and she deals with the reality that she's stuck probably on her way toward the same thing being unavoidable.]

I've killed people. I've got both kinds of body counts. You think people ever sat around mourning them like this?