Number 6 is unfazed by the glare. He can admit he probably earned that look.

"Ah, America," he starts to say, before the rest of what Pratt said sinks all the way in. "Wait a minute? Died? How could you possibly know you died?"

He's had enough people insist to him that death isn't a permanent state here that, for one minute, he will consider entertaining the idea as fact. But it still makes no bloody sense. What a hellish afterlife to wind up in if so.