[ His silence is as good as agreement, and he looks a bit sorry for the suggestion as he lets his gaze wander over the broken lift. Not the sort of afterlife he imagined, either. ]

It's... there was this man, back home. He'd died, but it wasn't really... he'd slipped into another dimension. Except he wasn't ready to go, so he sort of— lingered.

[ Which probably sounds like a very, very random story. He pauses, then looks back to her and clarifies. ]

Maybe this is like that. Just something in between.