Billie will look at the vial, nod, and that's that. There's no admonishment, no asking what exactly happened. He died, he's back, she isn't going to pry. It's not as though she's about to share her own death over here.

"The shirt just has emotions I'm used to," she says with a shrug like that's somehow normal. It is for her, anyway. "I'd rather not handle anything else that's come in contact with the water, though. That stuff was nasty."