"Well." Karen smiled, her eyes going completely dark, whites and all. Her clothes shifted from a black dress into something looser, more flowing. Her skin paled and the lines of her face grew more harsh. "I have been doing this for a long time. One learns a few tricks to getting restless spirits to let go." Oops. Too much talk of the old days and she forgot who she was, just a bit.
Her eyes cleared and her appearance snapped back to a young woman in a modern dress as she refocused on her companion. "That is the second time you called me pretty. Usually I get comments closer to 'strange,' or 'terrifying.'" She shrugged. "Really, my job is as dull as most jobs are. I don't meet many people ferrying the dead, but one must make a living."