[she pauses, almost as though she's giving his words real consideration, then takes a step forward—a decisive gesture that also helps keep her ahead of the shrinking barrier.]
Well, I've got important research that I won't be able to get around to if I'm dead, so there's your fate sorted.
[she's studying his face and head, trying to figure out the least awful place to give him a quick kiss on. His creepy blue skin...? That feathery white hair...?]