"Pshhh! Baskets-caskets!" He flinched. "Bad choice of words. Hey! So."
His arms were wide and he still smiled, though less manically.
"We're both in a really big ominous city, huh? Oh wait. Does that mean you died? I mean, the other guy--the green guy--said you didn't have to die to get here but if you did I hope it was really heroic and," he teased sheepishly, "scantily clad. The latter is really important."
He chuckled then frowned a little.
"You look...different. Somehow," he said, putting fingers down her forearm in a gesture that wasn't outlandishly demonstrative but spoke an intimacy more than lewd gestures.