[There's some weight to those last few words that even Zero isn't oblivious to. She thinks for a moment, then nods.]

You have my word.

[The waiter comes back around with two separate checks. Zero pays her half with cash.]

... If you have use for one born in shadow and cannot stray from the light yourself, call for me. [One eye peeks at him from beneath her hat.] In my... distant past, in that old world, my calling was that of the reaper. I do not find it ill-fitting.