Oh yes, that. She nodded as she recalled it, "It would not have been the most foolish way for a mortal to enter the House, but it would have gone onto the list. Even me and Thanatos can only approach." Then she tilted her head, and gave an almost smile. "Zagreus is foolhardy too. He rushes ahead, often without thinking. I know the feeling." Except Zagreus didn't stay dead, of course.
"It is. I am responsible for my sisters, and to keep the shades where they belong." She studied his hand before looking up. He was mortal, and she'd never learned how to be gentle. It didn't matter around the shades, who were dead, or around Zagreus and Thanatos, who were as immortal as she was. Still, she reached out, and only lightly touched his hand, going as far to even keep her nails away. Then she drew back. "I would rather not cause discomfort," she gave in explanation. "I am told I'm sharp. And you are mortal, for whatever such things matter here. Punisher though I am, you have not deserved such matters.