When Dexter blinked, he'd notice the sight of a young woman with dark hair. Everyone in the coffee shop ignored her sudden appearance, acting as though she'd always been there, standing in line. Death ordered herself a small coffee and a slice of marble cake. After paying, she took her purchases over to Dexter's table. Craning her neck, she glanced over some of his open file. "That's not really a pretty picture," she said, not at all perturbed by the sight of blood. "Hello," she added as she sat across from him.