There was a tickle in her stomach. Betty didn't really feel anything other than that, just struggling off pain to the point that if she felt it at all it was ignored in favor of knowing how quickly a reaper healed. There was no point to concern herself with more than that. But the tickle in her stomach, that warranted investigation.
Something told her to turn around and look in the direction of the alleyway.
Betty was being looked at. She wasn't unaccustomed to being watched, she knew that she was something nice to look upon, many men had told her as much and she'd gathered a certain degree of confidence in the matter. Then the tickle grew stronger. It reminded her of how she had felt when she first met her lily-livered fiance. Well... she supposed ex-fiance. Given that she had died and that sort of put a damper on the whole wedding thing.
He didn't look like anyone she recognized, but she smiled at him anyway and gave a friendly wave, knowing he would think her alone. After all, no one should be able to see Mr. Dead Man other than her and other undead individuals. And Mr. Dead Man was far too concerned with this latest revelation of this particular chapter of his existence to be much of a nuisance at the moment.