*has to let go of you just to sit down on the trunk of the car (now that the reality of what just happened is settling in, he realizes his legs are pretty shaky)*
*confusedly* I don't know. She said. What did she say? *frowns, thinking* So it was a she. She said she was Death. *frowns harder (not quite right)* No. She said her lady was Death. She said I would die and I couldn't frighten her.
*presses the fingertips of both hands to his temples, studying the ground between his feet (it's swimming just a bit)* *dully* I may have hit my head. Am I bleeding?