[She would conclude correctly, and that strange discontentedness seems to live on his face a bit longer as the conversation revolves about an afterlife.]

Yeah, well...

[Another sip of his coffee, almost churlish.]

Just because we have a physical body doesn't mean that we're, like, alive. Maybe we got a fresh new one when we arrived, or maybe that's just how we're perceiving reality right now. As flesh and blood, but we could be souls, anyway. How else do you explain how we got here?