They sure are! That soot smell, the oils, they tend to cling to one's clothes, and while River's real comfy with herself she's not 'shirtless with an apron' comfy at her forge.

Plus, y'know, she owns exactly two pairs of pants at this time, so she'd be stuck for this either way.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," River says, more thoughtful than trying to correct anything. "Something is making out like a bandit off this, or it wouldn't be installed, right? Until we know who benefits it might not pay off to be too cavalier about dying."

"...Plus can you imagine if we do get used to dying and then like, we fix the problem and someone just fuckin' up and dies like a clown expecting to come back?"