Once he made sure the door was closed, Dean made a face at her words. "I'm glad the computers do most of that for me at work." He smiled some and motioned her to the couch while he stepped around to grab an opener from the fridge, just in case these weren't the easy off tops. He stepped back around and dropped down to the couch again, grabbing the remote to offer her.
"So...what happens with all these people that...died and stuff? Do you have to do anything about the ones? They didn't make it to the morgue, right?" He tried to keep it conversational as he took a beer for himself and opened it. "Or do you get to just look the other way?"