[ Barbara's look is a sideways combination of skeptical about being right and a little surprised for it at the same time, without anything that calls that answer on the carpet for being more than it should be. She already shoved a shoe it once with their second Dick, and so there's a good amount of leeway hanging around, reminding her, in second-by-second, eidetic memory, about how dumb that'd been. ]
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After-life?
[ That wrinkle returns. ]
You're — dead?