His expression lifted in a dry 'Obviously' before he turned back towards the house. He'd been hoping that she had a different answer and that this had just been some.. anomaly. Maybe then they'd have a fraction of hope, a glimmer of plan refinement possibilities. So much for the boost he assumed being a genetic experiment brought, not that he had any of the slightest idea of what that actually meant.

One day they'd find a good time for him to ask.

"Don't know if its a good thing or a bad thing that we're not actually dead.. Or what we are. Maybe we'll..." He gestured out uselessly at nothing. "Magically refuckin' appear. Maybe this is where everyone who's died has ended up."