Majima mirrors Amelia's frown, in large part because he's trying to parse Harley's answer. Literal death? Metaphorical death? He knows she has that fancy healing ability. Where does that fit in, if at all? Ultimately, he opts to take Harley's words at face value and mine for details later.

He pushes his hand up to clamp her ankle. "That's ... I dunno. I ain't gonna pretend I got pretty words to make you feel any less shitty. But like Amelia said, you need anything, you got it."