[He’s a survival horror protagonist, he’s always looking for useful items laying around.

In fact, there does happen to be a crowbar as they pass by what appears to be an auto parts shop, and James just… hits the window hard with his pipe, smashing the glass, casual as ever. He doesn’t look at Ivan as he answers, but he does gesture to the item inside.]

She’s not… not really. She’s dead. It’s more that I want to talk to the memory of her.

I know it sounds overly sentimental.