Kevin shrugged.  Kathleen's death was a mortifying reminder that everything that was going on was real.  And he didn't like it.  "I... Didn't know her."  He began, short sentenced and somber.  "She needed that money, badly."  His stomach churned.  "I think her name was Kathleen.  So much happened that I can't really remember."  He held his head.  He eagerly lit up his last cigarette, puffing out another cloud of smoke.  "Ever since I got back from war, I hate to see people die." He touched on her disbelief with a simple, "Well, considering all that's happening here, I wouldn't be surprised to see satan himself dance around in front of me."  He took a good hard look at Esther.  "And that thing isn't your father.  The man who raised you is, and never forget that."  Kevin's face contorted to something a cartoon character would look like and he said, "and, well, this guy is just like a homocidal sperm donor."  His face grew into a smug grin for a moment as he plotted.  "If I die here tho, rest assured that I'm going to beat the fuck out of his ass in the after life."  His mortality didn't scare him.  Just closed spaces.  On that thought Kevin continued.<br/><br/>"I'm Claustrophobic too."  He nodded his head, "I... heard you talking about it earlier.  I'm also afraid of the water... but maybe not as much."