Roxy smiled back, wondering if he would ever see himself in a good light. Her face scrunched up when he asked about her latest bit of dying, giving her own half hearted shrug.
"I don't know," she said, honestly. "Probably lucky though. I really thought that was it." She couldn't meet his eyes, her own staring at the random circles she started to draw on his chest. "And it was scary...you know? I don't remember much, just...pain." She made a face, not really liking to think back to that moment. "Pain and warmth. Weird how those two went together." She glanced up at him at his last question.
"I...don't know. I hope not. But it's kind of a bigger thing to get over than just getting shot and living to tell the tale." She rested her chin on his chest. "Did it change things for you?" It was always easier to change the topic to someone else.