[ Those words, and that incorrect assumption, throws a hitch into her step before she recovers, tries to decide what to say. Correcting him with the truth is... well, she's not exactly relishing the idea of ripping that old wound right open, and so she doesn't. Neatly sidesteps it. ]

It was, but I pulled through because I'm awesome. And you didn't die, either. You live for years, actually. You're pretty goddamned good at it.

[ This is so, so weird. The complicated, tangled knot of Things She Thinks About John Murphy is hard to define, but six years went so far to repairing it. And now it's all... gone, wiped away, leaving her with that same little shithead who killed people, who tried to hang Bellamy, who shot her. But she knows there's someone better lurking underneath. Or will be, eventually.

The stranger from Mecha Station still hasn't introduced herself, and it's so bizarre that she even has to. That they don't already know each other with the intimacy of there only having been seven of them, goldfish in a tiny pond and climbing the walls and driving each other insane and coming through for each other and seeing him spiral down into depression and then come back. ]

I'm Raven. Raven Reyes.