"Oh."

An acknowledging bow of her head, one professional to another, and the first real smile since Darcy walked in.

"Then you're my kind of people. 'm a Sin-Eater. Mediator between living and dead, helping souls move on when they need, tending to graveyards and sacred places, and punching the shit out of ghosts that threaten the living. Where I'm from, our dead are buried with chysanthemums, only sometimes lilies."