"I'm not," came George's flat-toned response. Enough with the pleasantries crap. She wasn't happy about this and wasn't going to pretend otherwise. "I have a hundred bucks to my name, have to find a new job, have been reassigned to this crap town for this job, and don't know anyone." She exhaled sharply as she finished speaking, flopping back into the booth upon which she sat and crossing her arms in what could easily pass for a huff.
After a second, she peered up from where she'd been staring at the table and met Death's gaze. You want to play by the rules? Fine. Let's see if your rules hold up to a little thing known as logic.
"So," she tried for a more even tone, appearing to snap out of her funk as she sat up straight and eyed the being sitting across from her. "This place looks pretty big. And I'm just one little, practically brand new, Reaper. How am I supposed to handle all of the Reaps in this place on my lonesome? Shouldn't, I don't know, other Reapers be here with me?" Like Mason. Roxie. Hell, I'll even settle for Daisy at this point.
"And if no others were assigned here," she went on without missing a beat, "isn't it possible that this has all just been some big, cosmic fuck-up and I should really be back in Seattle?" Otherwise known as the land of normalcy, in comparison to this wack-a-palooza?