[He takes the cigarette, but doesn't have a lighter, so for a minute he just sort of stands there awkwardly, holding it in his hand.

[Then the gravity of her story begins to break through the cognitive fog and he let's out a sound that could almost be a laugh if it didn't sound so positively horrified.]

Incredible. And you're still out here walking around. [Something dawns on him then, and he looks at her with an expression that's somewhere between bewildered and urgently curious.] You didn't die. But surely you can here. Can't you?

[Or can you if this is all some sort of mass hallucination or parallel universe. God, he never thought he'd miss his shitty townhouse. He's starting to go a little dead behind the eyes again.]

Lighter. If you have it. Please.