His eyes narrow at that comment, unsure what it means. Why would he be dead? Where was she from, what time or place that it could even be true. He almost wants to ask but instead thinks he'll probably find out anyways.

"Only on ice for a few decades," he says with the tiniest bit of a grin curling against his lips. He moves to get up from where he was sitting and stands to cross the space over to her.

"Are you okay? How did you end up here?"