Sim, Ângela, suponho que trabalhar na morgue não dê azo a grandes conversas..

(diverti-me imenso com o terceiro painel)

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6 panels.

Panel 1:
A seagull sits on the roof of a leaf-covered house. The sun is high and bright.

Panel 2:
A pair of tweezers holding a glass covered in blood.

Ângela (off panel): I'm not used to dead bodies talking back to me, Miguel. My name is Ângela, by the way.

Panel 3:
Ângela is cleaning a needle with some liquid. Miguel is sitting on one of the many beds in the morgue, looking around with interest.

Ângela: Oh, so is immitation boring you now? Can you even say something original?
Miguel (thinking): Communication?
Ângela: Yes, but with words. with sooounnnnds.

Panel 4:
She sits next to Miguel and points at her mouth. Miguel immitates her movement.

Panel 5,6:
Ângela picks one of Miguel's feet and takes a look at it. The wound on it has healed.

Ângela: Huh, your wound is... Gone?