A disembodied voice spoke, low and clear in Jason's ear, "Well, this will be a lesson in not procrastinating, won't it?"
As far as tragedies in large went, this explosion in the Times building hadn't been the worst or the ugliest. The number of casualties had been on the lower end of the spectrum. Death had been there instantly, walking through smoke filled hallways to collect the dead.
She'd gone to Jason last, meaning he'd been in the rubble alone for a few moments. She spoke before appearing. (Her disembodied voice could be heard, low and clear in Jason's ear, "Well, this will be a lesson in not procrastinating, won't it?") And then she appeared in the doorway, glancing at him and trying not to look worried. That might concern him, if Death were peering down at him grimly.
There was rubble everywhere. Death walked around most of it and through that which was too big to circumvent. She made it to his side quickly. "Hi."