[ He's trying not to stare at the new passenger in his car, but Ben's eyes are drawn towards her -- noting how she seemed to be expecting something other than letting her stay. But as she sits down opposite him, he lets his eyes trail back towards the rushing landscape that flies by as they travel towards an unknown destination. How did she get here, he wonders.
Ben shrugs. ]
Wherever we go... after we die, I guess.
[ A non answer that he is unsure of how to articulate. He says it so casually, though. As if it's a comment about the weather, instead of comment from someone who'd just been murdered.
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Ben shrugs. ]
Wherever we go... after we die, I guess.
[ A non answer that he is unsure of how to articulate. He says it so casually, though. As if it's a comment about the weather, instead of comment from someone who'd just been murdered.
It rattles him more than he's letting on. ]
I'm Ben.