Betty raised her eyebrows as if she were really interested, when in actuality, she was really confused. So this woman, if Betty was understanding her correctly, was well over two thousand years old. Again... immortal. And the immortal didn't die, so there was no need for a reaper.
This just did not make any sense.
Again, Betty sought to clarify. "Jeannie," she started plainly, even though she was very confused. "Are you immortal, then? I mean, it wouldn't be the strangest thing I've come across in this City, but it certainly would confuse me a great deal." What was Death playing at, sending her after an immortal.
Unless Jeannie was mad, absolutely out of her mind loony and making all of this up. It would explain the outfit. Maybe she should just put the touch on her and wait for the worst to happen. Except that now Betty was considering waiting until the death happened before reaping the soul. It was common courtesy to pull it before the event, but this was a special circumstance.
Betty wasn't even sure anymore if this Jeannie was slated for death. The post-it didn't have a date or time on it, after all.