He is not the only Death in the Nexus. This one happens to be near, balancing on a railing that was lining part of the street. She looks at first the pale horse, and then the ride, with a little interest.

She taps her umbrella against the railing and jumps down. Walking closer.

"Some might be a little anxious, hearing your voice in the air like that."

She blinks up at him. "But I am guessing that you are not around the living often."