"Now hold on a second." Her points her fork at him in a mostly nonthreatening manner. "Some people here are dead?"

Her eyes move away from him, and she looks around the bar, studying a person here and there.

"How is that possible?"

She doesn't think anybody in here looks dead. No gaping wounds, no blood and guts, no barely attached limbs or even deathly pale skin.

Or maybe everybody looks perfect in death here and...

She can't believe she's even thinking about this.