George's mouth opened but she didn't respond. At least not verbally. Her eyes had gone wide and she imaged what she could do with twenty thousand dollars a week. She wasn't actually sure she could even spend that much, or what she would spend it on, or how to open a bank account without it looking like she was some kind of drug dealer.
"Yes?"
Being bitten? Sure it sounded like it hurt, but it was for a worthy cause, George decided. If the reaper allowed herself to be bit it meant no one else had to be hurt. It wasn't like the job could kill George...