"You could try me. No reason to call someone dead until you've kicked the corpse a few times and made sure." He pushes his sunglasses up on his head, blinking carefully, and showing off a pair of silver eyes. The lighting in here seems to be soft enough not to bother them.

The touching of the gem and pendant, he figures, is either a reassuring gesture or checking on some sort of magic. Not knowing what sort of world she's from makes it hard to tell. "I can understand most esoteric business contracts including the ones with fine, fine print."