"And when would that have come up?" Elizabeth repositions herself in an exhausted, defeated sprawl over Gai's torso, legs and arms hanging awkwardly to the side. "Let's dance on this table--by the way, before I arrived here, I died. That isn't going to upset you, is it? Why no, no it doesn't Gai, because I could potentially stop existing if I go home."

It really sounds ridiculous when she puts it that way.