Meche was sold. Phoenix could turn out to be an axe murderer and she'd still think of him first as a really nice guy. This wasn't fake charm รก la Domino--it felt genuine, and boy, did it feel good after all the things she'd been through. "I wish more people thought that way," she replied. "We'd probably get a lot more done around here." They'd also get a lot more done if the doctors weren't shoving guns into their hands and ordering them to shoot at each other, she thought ruefully, but you had to work with what was in your control.
That line about "knowing something I didn't" set off the mental alarm bells, though. Meche was starting to pick up on the conversational gambits that, so far, had invariably led her to the what-it's-like-to-be-dead lecture. This time was even worse, because she had no way of knowing exactly what Manny had told him. It did sound like it hadn't gotten quite as far as the merits of the Number Nine versus the Excelsior Line, though.
It was tempting just to say that Manny had just been pulling Phoenix's leg, but she owed Phoenix a little better than that. She decided to do a little sidestepping and let him decide how interested he really was--if he really did want to know what the Grim Reaper's office looked like, far be it from her to withhold information. She'd let it slip to plenty of people already.
"Maybe he did," she said carefully. Now what? "He had a job for a long time that gave him access to a lot of...classified information, I suppose. It's probably made him a little smug." Then a stroke of inspiration hit her: "That's how I first met him, actually. I was a client of his." Perfect. Completely true, but it gave them both an easy out if Phoenix decided he wasn't feeling all that curious about Manny's deep, dark secret after all. Meche felt pretty good about that one.
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That line about "knowing something I didn't" set off the mental alarm bells, though. Meche was starting to pick up on the conversational gambits that, so far, had invariably led her to the what-it's-like-to-be-dead lecture. This time was even worse, because she had no way of knowing exactly what Manny had told him. It did sound like it hadn't gotten quite as far as the merits of the Number Nine versus the Excelsior Line, though.
It was tempting just to say that Manny had just been pulling Phoenix's leg, but she owed Phoenix a little better than that. She decided to do a little sidestepping and let him decide how interested he really was--if he really did want to know what the Grim Reaper's office looked like, far be it from her to withhold information. She'd let it slip to plenty of people already.
"Maybe he did," she said carefully. Now what? "He had a job for a long time that gave him access to a lot of...classified information, I suppose. It's probably made him a little smug." Then a stroke of inspiration hit her: "That's how I first met him, actually. I was a client of his." Perfect. Completely true, but it gave them both an easy out if Phoenix decided he wasn't feeling all that curious about Manny's deep, dark secret after all. Meche felt pretty good about that one.