[Shaw's apartment has the vibe of a hotel suite: clean, comfortable, and completely depersonalized. There's a couch for Harold to sit on, though, even though Shaw doesn't make use of it herself: she stands in front of him wherever he ends up, arms crossed and shoulder hunched.]
So, uh-- are you dead, too?
[Mentally, she's been putting the odds at fifty-fifty.]
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So, uh-- are you dead, too?
[Mentally, she's been putting the odds at fifty-fifty.]