[ there's a flash of indignant anger that runs through her at his flippant nature, but at the same time, it's so decidedly bruce that it manages to erase in a flash any and all doubts she might harbor over whether it's actually him or some kind of trick. she searches for her words, and finally manages to vocalize a retort. ]

I thought it was only cats who had nine lives. [ still, she's drawn forward a couple steps to meet him, her free hand sliding to his chest as if test whether he's really intact under there. ] I should have guessed after the first time: you're just too stubborn to die.