[ She realizes she didn't clarify that the killing is what she missed and she squeezes his hand tightly, shaking her head. ]

No, I wasn't here for that. Apparently, the things that happen aren't all bad; off the ship right now there's a whole...diner situation going on with classic cars.

[ Her hand's still in his, eyes not leaving his face. ] If we die here, we come back. Not in the regenerating kind of way. In a 'no one knows how it happens' sort of way. You just...do. But I've only heard about it.