"Technically speaking, yes that's one way to put it." Shayde gave a nod of thanks as another old fashioned pushed his way, his hand picking it up to lift it to his lips. He took a sip, licking the residue from his lips as he leaned against the bar. "Humans like you are dead. Some of us... Well, you can't dead if you've never been alive," he shrugged his shoulder, glancing to the woman and then looked toward the center of the room.<br/><br/>"There are four hundred sixteen humans in here. You included, of course. The rest are patrons to welcome and mingle with you. Tread carefully around them though." This wasn't Hell. This wasn't Heaven. There was good and bad, regardless. Hell, even Shayde was bad deep down.<br/><br/>The man cleared his throat, looking to Calista. Prying was something he never did, and he wasn't about to start. Strangulation was evident, but her story intrigued him. She would speak when she was ready. "Death isn't how humans perceive it. I'm sure you have questions?" he asked, turning on his stool to fully face the woman. "Probably the usual. You're in the afterlife. Chances of leaving here are low, many prefer to stay. Your pain will fade with time, until it fully disappears. Hunger and thirst are gone, but flavor is still an aspect. Food and drink is provided at every turn. You will never be tired. Your life you lived... It's over. There is no going back. Not from suffocation, at least not this long in. The human body can only withstand minutes of no oxygen. CPR will not revive you now."