She frowned, watching him.  It occured to her that he knew she was there.  Her hand tightened on her scythe.  But still she waited until he turned around.<br/><br/>She watched his expression with clear black eyes, a wicked smile painting her face.  "Why do you ask such stupid questions, when you already know the answer?"  she returned his sarcasm, her plump lips set into a smirk.  She wore old clothes, not the traditional black cloak, but an old dress...perhaps she'd died in it?  If he looked closer, he'd see the blood stains from where she'd been killed as a human.