She very nearly jumped out of her skin when he stopped her. That voice, that face... Betty was pleasantly surprised to see that face again. Then she was annoyed, not so much because of who was stopping her from doing what she needed to do, but because it was someone stopping her from what she needed to do.
And she needed to do it. It was her job to do it. She was a reaper, a psychopomp for the dead. It was her job to touch the body and release the soul. But she couldn't just come plain out and say that to Charlie. Could she?
He wouldn't understand. But she had to do it and he was keeping her from doing it. "No," she said in response to his question and tried to pull her hand free. She was going to have to be discreet, find a way to touch the body, or at least get close enough to it try to force it out.
Though how would it look now for her to start talking to someone Charlie wouldn't be able to see? This was going to be complicated. This was why she liked to either get things taken care of before the law enforcement showed up, or anyone else for that matter. The only other option was to do it before a large enough of a crowd that everyone forgot she was there.
"Was looking for signs of life," she said a moment later, not all that far off from the truth.