He nods in agreement with her statements. No one can be faulted for wanting to live, they don't all have the will or the faith to dance with Mort before they're ready to go. Humans have such short memories and difficulty learning lessons.
“She’s a tricky one. Smart, too, and that’s probably what makes her so dangerous. She didn’t get to be where she is today without ambition and an all-consuming desire to learn. New powers, new techniques…” He trails off and then lets it drop, because they weren’t here to talk about the Voice, and truly, he dislikes that topic. She took it too far, disrespected the Gods, started a war that did the opposite of bettering people. And these are the consequences.
Anyway. As flowers bloom in the young woman’s hair, he looks at her thoughtfully. The qilin shift, the flowers, the obvious distrust of the Voice. “That’s not something you see very often…” the Fixer indicates with a tiny jerk of his chin and a curious smile. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” He stretches out his hand to shake hers. “I’m Falke Guildenstern.”
