George frowned and put her refilled cup to her lips, giving her some time to think about how she wanted to answer his question. She had to remind herself that while he seemed cool and collected and zen-like, it hadn't taken too much to unravel that. That if she didn't tell him the truth history could repeat itself. Maybe. That was if they really were the same person. Which maybe they weren't?
Then there was always lying. Lying was easy. Simple. And it tended to fit her MO of alienating people she kinda sorta wanted to like, especially if he noticed.
"Yes."
George refilled the cup but instead of drinking from it again she set it down and leaned in toward toward his ear and spoke. There was enough noise from the bar that she wasn't terribly concerned with someone listening in.
"I'm a grim reaper. I get word when people die, I show up and send them on their way. You were there while I was on the job. You saw. You freaked the fuck out and I never heard from you again. Which, I get it. No hard feelings. Feel free to freak out again."
George settled on options A and B. She told the truth. There wasn't anything she said that was a lie. But she neglected to mention a few choice details. As long as there were enough details to be convincing, he didn't need to know the rest.