[She lets her hands fall, only to cross her arms defensively. At least it has the unintentional signal that her fists aren't free to fly into his chest again.]

It's me, of course I want to fucking hit you more.

[Yep, same old Beau. But there's only so long she can keep doing this, especially with all the paranoia around right now where she's seeing shit that doesn't exist. Except he's real. Can this place just make people real again?

She subtly brushes against his deck in her pocket- still there. How can she have it and him have that coat if he's right here and not in the ground?]

If you're freaking out about this, this isn't like, the land of the dead or whatever. I didn't die. I think.