"Can't make the lawyers happy, can we?" she mused as she shook her head at him. "I could have messed up the car, apologies are necessary. You probably wouldn't have hurt me, but I'd have felt bad anyways." she said.
Death wasn't one to even think about drugs. She had seen what they have done to people. Their deaths were often messy. Or painful looking. She wasn't fond of the idea. She hated the feeling of being out of place to begin with. Mixing drugs into the mix would be worse.
Death smiled, a bright, warm smile. "It's beautiful, honestly." she thought as much, cars were delightful things, although she'd never been in them. She was rarely the one to indulge in enjoying herself. This place was making her feel like she needed to relax.
"No. I'm not someone who is used to being thrust into being almost human for once." she smiled at him and inclined her head gently. "I'm Death, and I probably sound a little off because I'm trying to wrap my head around being here and being stuck."