Anger welled up in Rinoa, at his words. She'd been trying to help, although she had no idea why she bothered. She'd been accomodating to Jack, and he'd gone and slept with another woman. She had apologized to Davy for her words, had even tried to give him some kind of hope, and all she got, like usual, was hurled insults.
"Fine, poor mortal," she returned, bitterly. "If it's so terrible here, apart from anything we know, then maybe neither of us should worry about Death. We should probably be welcoming it." Mulishly, she set her jaw, refusing to be cowed from her stair.