Hey, you're doing good, buddy. I'm sorry. You know, don't even listen to me. You're a very handsome not-reaper.

[Sally looks out at the doorway, and the smile disappears. This is serious. This is real, but she isn't really sure what that means anymore. She presses her lips together, running a hand through her hair as she paces around a bit.] Good news, I've been there a few times. Bad news, I'm not a very quiet person. [She believes it, though. He seems honest enough, and the people who pulled her through the dust... They believe it.]