While Betty attempted to digest exactly what Jeannie had told her, she handed over her reformed ticket to the relatively shocked employee only to have it torn again so she could pass through. A genie. Jeannie was a genie. That was sort of poetic and a rather literal thing in terms of her name. She was who she was.
It definitely made Betty rethink this whole reaping thing. She couldn't reap someone who wasn't human. That wasn't in her job description. The post-it had been wrong. It had to have been.
She stuck her hand into her purse and pulled out the yellow post-it, extended her hand as she approached Jeannie. Not acknowledging the art, Betty attempted to hand the post-it to the genie.
"You'll pardon my confusion, won't you? I'm afraid I received this and I'm not sure it means what it usually means." It usually meant death, reaping, soul-popping. This however, was none of that. "This is you, right?" All that was listed on the yellow paper was the name 'Jeannie' nothing more, nothing less. It lacked its usual details.