"Oh, shit." Familiar as prayer, this sympathy for death. She has seen too many dead men to be unmoved, and is too curious about what happens after death. She believes in Heaven, of course, but there are categories to its inhabitants, and some leave after entry. Joan feels nothing holy from Hap-- immediately cutting down a feeling of wonder that would have grown like a hedge if she had sensed the slightest tingle of God in him-- but death is still, in itself, a purifying force.

She believes he's died more readily than she believes he's a doctor. Death is far more common.

"Have you ever... been to other places before?"