[ he shudders a little at her wording. a funeral pyre... god, did he hate that term. ]

There's enough of those back home anyway.

[ no he won't elaborate, and he figures she won't ask, so. it's fine. we're normal here.

he looks up at the sky with a frown. ]

Ain't this place some kind of spacetime gap anyway? Since we're all here. [ like it's an everyday issue. ] Or somethin' like that.