[He nods a distracted confirmation to her first guess, a little too preoccupied by thoughts of his own hypothetical funeral to properly answer. Had they found him? What might they have settled his dust on, anyway...?

(Unhappy as the thoughts might be, he is at least blissfully unaware of the digestive system-related track her thoughts have taken. His ability to feel disgust is entirely intact, not at all changed by the loss of his name.)

It's a welcome surprise to be pulled fully from his thoughts when her next guess is so to the point and accurate.]

Yes, I did! Down to wearing this very outfit that day... Did you deduce it just from the mention of a funeral? Incredible!