Betty through the remainder of the bagel to the ducks, brushed her hands off and took his extended hand. Same, that was a nice name. "I'm Betty," she said in response, but not giving her own profession just yet. While it was always polite to give in kind when engaging in conversation, she wasn't entirely sure how to describe her profession.
You didn't just go around telling people you were a grim reaper. That tended to garner odd responses. Nothing positive toward the actual job, when really, it was a necessary profession. Souls had to move on somehow, therefore the psychopomp profession being a necessity.
Maybe that was the way to state it, call herself a psychopomp.