[He just quirks an eyebrow at that greeting and nods once, taking another sip of his coffee, watching her over the rim of the cup. He's wary, cautious, but it's all hidden beneath a casual air.] You are. Sit down, I guess.
You wanna tell me why you're the next in a long line of people playin' sick jokes on a dead guy here?
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You wanna tell me why you're the next in a long line of people playin' sick jokes on a dead guy here?