Kraig [bitterly]. So young ... so young!
Caren. Must have been a good looker. Much as you can tell the way his face is banged up. I'll bet his own mother wouldn't know him.
Kraig [turning aside]. Don't!
Caren [titters]. He ... he ... he! Number thirteen...! I hope he ain't superstitious.
Kraig. He has nothing more to fear.
Caren [with dread]. There's no tellin'.
Kraig. He's dead.... [Enviously.] ... Dead!
Caren [angry]. Fool!
Kraig [watching through the glass at the placid figure, enviously]. Dead!
Caren [exasperated]. Bah!