[In reverse, he pulls his legs up instead, crossing them at the ankles and resting his hands over where they cross.]

Thanks! [He's glad he seems fine...] Looks like we have a little more in common, too, hah. Belated welcome back to life and all - we should have a party, considering how many of us seem to be well-versed in death and dying.

[But judging by the lilt of his tone, he's just making a terrible joke, god. There's a little beat of silence after that, but then, somewhat curiously:]

—Is that what you were dealing with there? In that place with the faceless dolls.