[Hanna is just going to stare at the person on the screen.]

So. You're telling me...that if I jumped off a fucking cliff or decided to try and swim across the ocean right now, in all my clothes, I wouldn't die. That's ridiculous.

[Though, he supposed that...anything was possible when your insides were all put back together and nothing was left of previous body horrors but the telling line of a scar and a surprising lack of staples on his chest.] And...well? When things said hand wash only, I thought it was more of a suggestion. And put them in the washing machine anyways.