She resists for a brief moment, before reluctantly allowing him to take her hands. She shuts her eyes again -- tightly -- and shakes her head.

But she does look at him, eventually.

"This can't be real," she whispers, her voice small and faraway. "A psychotic break. That's what this is. A total loss of contact with reality; a paranoid delusion. Christ, I just killed a man and now I'm in a magic bar filled with dead people!"