[Teo. His name is Teo. She wants to snap and insist even more that it didn't matter, but it...must matter to him. So he's Teo. Teo, who understands what she's going through even though he has his shit together way more than she does, and who just wants for the two of them to not go through this alone. In a whisper that just barely qualifies as a voice, she murmurs,]

Ryder. Ryder M-Morris.

[What a way to meet a guy, huh? She wonders for a moment if someone would find them in the future and think they were one of those romantic couples that spent their every last breath together, going out like Romeo and Juliet after something that was probably only slightly less stupid. Instead of a laugh, what comes out is a sigh, and she quakily brushes her bangs away from her face with her remaining fingers. There's no chance of a breeze in this shithole shed, but she's still begging for one, and her own hair isn't going to ruin any relief if by some miracle one did pass through. Ugh, this is part of why she hate crying. Always makes you so warm...but she can't pull away from Teo, now.]

S-so you'll...probably go first. Huh? [As she tries to suck some of that snot back in only to cough.] Ugh. I've nnn -- n-never -- seen it. Never even -- to a funeral. That's -- dumb.

[To bring up, or even just to think about. The adrenaline focusing her must be wearing off, now that she has something else to turn to.]