"Not like I just died," Crowley says, sliding into the seat across from her and---well, sitting is a bit generous. It's more a full-body lounge. "Course, I felt that way when I first came here, too, and I had died then, as well."

At least Lunafreya seems to want to try again. Not that he's about making her die again, he'd much rather just put himself at risk. It would go better if there were more of them to try and try and try until they get there.

He takes a sip of his drink.

"No side effects from dying?"