"Accidentally died, huh?" Shit, this guy's a riot. Negan can't say he's not charmed. "So, he's a she, huh? Not that I'm saying anything about that... why didn't she like you though?"

There's a groan as he idly browses a nearby shelf, looks over some random packaged-whatever. "Sucks, doesn't it? First time I've been in a place where something isn't trying to eat me and I can't even have any fun with it."

There are cigarettes, but it's not the same as throwing back something harder. "You and me both, pal. I'm still wondering if this isn't some kinda fever dream. Name's Negan, by the way."