"Okay. That's fair." Doesn't give her any more to go on, but she did ask. She wonders if this is a sense of dry humor, or if this figure is just extremely literal. Maybe both, if it's into chaos and such.

"Look, honestly, I'm not sure you picked the right person for this. I need a lot more information before I take on quests that specifically involve premeditated murder. It's nothing against you. I've just had to learn that lesson the hard way."

What a conversation to be having. In the dark. In a storm. On a thin piece of rope. With some faceless darkness. After two years, suddenly it seems her life is trying to get back to its usual insanity.