Rinoa stood stock still as he advanced back towards her, but somehow she knew he wouldn't draw his sword on her again. That moment seemed to be past them. Despite that, and his obvious age, she knew he was more than capable of running her through. Something about his movements spoke of that ability clearly.
"I...you misunderstand me, Mr. Jones," she said, quietly. "I would fear it, if I was in my own world. But...what might happen here if I die?" Even though he wouldn't look at her, she kept her eyes on him. "Would I be returned to my world? Others have gone, leaving no trace of themselves. Gone, back to what they had before." She hesitated, then said, "Even you might. Unless you are indeed going to live forever."