His eyes narrowed as he watched her eat, mouth screwing up like he was caught trying to smile and scowl at the same time. "Right."
He reached for his coffee, taking a drink while he tried to digest this. This girl obviously thought she was... well, Death. And apparently, without bothering to question it, he believed her- odd to realize, after the fact.
"But you really are..." How could it put it? "It, somehow? I don't... Sorry, that's. Rude. I just.." How do you make small-talk with the Grim Reaper?