[Okay, his brows go up at her mention of how long it had been. There's a clear moment of surprise at her confession. Six months? Hanging out here waiting to be judged for whatever?]

Shit-- okay. So it's a long haul.

[He brings up a hand to rub at his eyes with a frustrated exhale. Six Months. Damn. Maybe he can just say he's guilty and fast track back to being dead.

But then she's starting small talk, and he might look even more pained than he did before.]

I'm not really... I'm not in any clubs or anything. Can't say I have any.

[More lies as she likely well knows.]

M'sure I'll find something to do here. Other than lay on the ground. [you know his only real activity here so far.]