Actually, she was asking if he was still alive, thank you. Does that mean he isn't?

As he intones "no," though, he eliminates any hope of pity -- and reignites the irritation. With a heave, she sends him flipping to his back. Planting a hand on either side of his head, she glares into his face.

"This was your idea. If you can't even be bothered to take a role in it, what's the point?"