"Yes, I'm dead." And in a rather embarrassing fashion, as far as Owen was concerned. Really, being shot by one of his idols? Not one of his finer moments. "Want to see the gunshot wound?" he added, irritation heavily lacing his tone.
He doubted Spike actually believed him about this place not being real, but he was about to begin doubting it himself. If this was reachable by the FLA's precious extractor, he should be back someplace familiar now, unless they'd had a glitch. He wasn't sure which idea he liked less.