Scratching her chin with a claw, she thinks solemnly for a moment. Her thoughts flicker almost too quickly to follow properly: a vast, dark room with bodies piled high; a pitched battle against something horrible and insectile, someone falling to the barren ground, a stone cairn. But in the end she shrugs, lingering on the image of a stone cairn, with the sun and moon circling, sky lightening and darkening over and over. Dead stays dead.

Well, at least in her past experience. Which doesn't exactly explain why she's here, now.

There's no reason anyone would have built a cairn for her body under the circumstances, she thinks, but she flashes the image again, with a concentric circle underneath -- and points at herself in case of confusion. She shrugs again, and sips at her coconut drink for a half second before an additional thought occurs to her.

Maybe something happened to this tall and dark stranger too. She repeats the image, but with only a single circle under the pile of stones, and points at Kravitz himself, questioningly.