[Her lack of proper intimidation vexes him somewhat, but...there are no mirrors in the area. Not much he can do there. But at least she asked him how he died. He is oddly proud of that.]

The police decided I was too much trouble to take alive. A squad of them gunned me down when I refused to go back quietly--but I took as many of them with me as I could.

[Little does he know that a hail of bullets could be a thing here too if he pushes her too far.]

So how did you die? Sale at the mall get a little rough?