[She picked a set of likely looking cupboards and started to rummage - politely - wouldn't do to make a mess though it might be illuminating to see how the people who ran this place responded if they did.]

Oh I killed him. Twice.

[She uncorked a bottle and sniffed, a bit fruity, definitely alcohol. It would do. She put it on the big central counter and went looking for glasses.]

It doesn't always take. I shudder to think how many times he's died.

<[small Or regenerated, which wasn't quite the same thing.]