She turns it over and back, not quite believing how easily he did that, not quite believing that his eye bent it in the first place. She lets go of the gun's grip and carefully folds the knife, tucking it away.

"Uh, you too, I guess." This is a weird conversation. Everything is weird. "And no, not unless we're like, dead, or I'm having a really weird dream. Haven't ruled that one out."

The fact that she's never really believed in afterlives makes the whole "maybe dead" angle kind of awkward.