[That was. Sudden? Juno can't tell if she's being serious or just being overdramatic. His ears are already pressed back against his head in a combination of irritation and just...discomfort.]

Oh, c'mon, I was joking. We're not literally in hell. [A pause.] At least...uh, I don't think so? I mean, if we're talking about hell, I'm pretty sure my personal hell would a lot more people I'd recognize.

[He tilts his head towards the side, crossing his arms with an air of inquisitiveness. The detective instinct is stepping in.] You think about going to hell often, then?