Okay, so he hadn't thought that through quite clearly enough...but the locals could still set Phaedra on fire or tear her to shreds. He'd said 'dead', what he meant was...not around any more. Not walking, talking, thinking. He was gonna blame the fact that he was only on his second cup of coffee - or was it his third? - for the fact that his brain wasn't quite working.
"How the fuck do you know that?" He asked Phaedra, eyeing her curiously. He sure as hell hadn't been paying close enough attention to work out which asshole had stolen his possessions.
"...you know what, I don't even care," he added before she could reply. "Think we can get them back?"