Well, wouldn't say that it's all been put behind us, necessarily. Certain 'gods' have played little death games with our lives on more than one occasion.

[Rey has yet to experience dying here firsthand. Not that she's in any such hurry, being no stranger to death herself. She'd hate to think what even her temporary absence would do to Nick, anyway.]

Not at all. Just tell yourself that he's more likely to be afraid of you than you are of him and you should be good. [Another mild joke, there.] And, um. You're welcome.

[Geez. Being thanked is still an awkward thing for her.]