[He's treated to another little smile in response to that quip, though she does stick her tongue out at him, too. She gets it, though; she's the same way. It's easier to make jokes, to dodge questions and make light of things rather than deal with her own emotions.

So the goofy little expression fades into something more contemplative as he continues. Hiding from Death herself, huh...? Kotone had never even thought something like that could be possible. It flies in the face of everything she'd had to learn to accept over the course of her journey. She and all of her friends had had accept the inevitable truth that they would die. There was hope, too, of course, the chance to fight against Death and win, but what Charles is describing is--]

Sounds scary! [she says finally, tossing him another, smaller smile full of quiet understanding.] I'm glad you did, though. I mean, we probably wouldn't have met otherwise!

[Not under these circumstances, anyway. Aldrip has already proved that people from all different times and places can just appear, but they certainly wouldn't be having a conversation like this.

Selecting a comb from her pile, she crosses over and takes his free hand to put the comb right into it. No, she doesn't take the feed away first.] Comb out any little sticks or twigs you see, okay? [and skips back over to her pile to continue sorting before he can protest, immediately following up with another question.] Are there a lot of ghosts like you?