Things were strange. First of all, the woman looked like no other woman Betty had run across in her days, with the exception of Halloween. Even then, Genie costumes hadn't been the rage. So whatever was up with this woman in the choli and harm pants was completely beyond Betty's comprehension.
Second of all, she saw no gravelings. Granted, they weren't really something you saw plain and true. You noticed them out of the corner of your eyes, creeping about and setting wheels in motion. Betty was trying to be observant, to look for clues as to what might happen before it happened so to avoid having to have the woman suffer through a horrific death. If it would be horrific.
Poping a soul before something traumatic happened was just common courtesy these days and Betty was all about that.
Maybe she had the wrong person. That was possible. The only way to find that out would be to actually approach the one she thought she was suppose to take the soul of and ask. Though, to avoid the awkwardness of just asking someone outright their name, because that was stalkerish and awkard - something George might have done, Betty was going to find a more benign question to ask.
"Excuse me, miss," she asked, stepping up her pace and moving in closer to the woman in pink. When she caught up, Betty tucked her post-it away and smiled. "Do you have the time?" Maybe Betty was early, maybe he was late? She really hoped she wasn't late. That was always a bitch to deal with.