[He voices her own thoughts for her, because grave digging isn't entirely beneath him.]

And I imagine digging is out of the question. It'd make us look a little too paranoid, which is a shame. You seem like fine company for an evening spent doing backbreaking labor.

[He thinks carefully on her next words. With a small hum, he step behind one of the gravestones and crouches down next to it.]

It's a little sad. [He doesn't look or sound sad when he says that, but he means it.] The only thing worse than death is being forgotten.