"Aye. But I don't see why I would want to, aim at you that is." His amusement with her lifting her mood a touch. At least until she felt she needed to explain things. "On the other side of the door, in New York, there's just... So much death. So many people to help cross over. It makes it a bit difficult to remember that there is more to life than just... death." Or the afterlife.
Alex decided that her energies were better spent on other things. Like not flying apart. So she let the rock alone, crossing her arms over herself, she chuffed at the sleeves of her jacket, as if she were cold. Though she weren't. And would never be again.