[He feels like he could pull all of his skin off and just throw a skeleton temper tantrum, but he really doesn't want to be beaten with whatever's in reach again, so he concentrates on keeping his skin On His Face. Kravitz tilts his head upward, looking towards the horizon.]

There appears to be some cover that direction. If it makes you feel better, we'll stick up here until we can reach the edge, and then move forward. I can at least promise we won't die.

[Death doesn't die. He'll figure it out, even if she's going to be difficult.]