[ Oh, she knows exactly how that feels. There's quite a lot about this that she's still working on digesting, too, despite the peculiarity of her own lifestyle. Even if she weren't naturally inclined to assist others, she'd almost certainly want to let him know some of these things purely out of sympathy. It gets better, guy with the drink named after him, she promises. ]

Not very nice ones. At least - that's what everyone seems to think. I haven't been here long enough to say.

[ Which is something else that sounds odd after what she just explained - only she realizes it this time and straightens a little, blinking thanks to her epiphany. ]

You should know-- when people die here, they don't really die. They come back. That... doesn't mean it wasn't an awful thing to do, but it isn't the same as letting everyone actually be killed.