The logic is faulty at best, and Saxsice is clearly somewhat rattled, absently gnawing at a fingernail and staring into the cooking fire for a long, silent moment. "...if we're already dead, what's the point in tryin' to make us better? Unless this is purgatory or somethin'..." She finally exhales, sharply, shaking her head as if physically repelling the thoughts. "Too much for me, anyways. Kinda glad I'm not in charge."

Then she shifts to look at Gideon again, trying to distract herself. "Yeah? You seem pretty good to me. We just met, yeah, but overall I'd give you a solid 8.5/10."