Alex chuckled at the mental image of both the young girl, who introduced herself as Alexandra, and his own escapades if he was waving around a big scythe. None too good, sure as sure. But the smirk on his face did fade as she described seeing people die, and then having them do so a few days later. The thought of saving said people from those deaths was an interesting one, he could give it that. But he couldn't argue one thing, and that was figuring out what the hell this kind of job entailed before judging it either way.

"Agreed, running around with a big scythe just sounds awkward. Names Alexander Westfield, most folks stick with Alex though. Saving people from preordained deaths sounds interesting, if for no better reason than to give fate and that whole nasty concept of being unable to choose your way in life a swift kick in the junk. I can't really say what this job will hold, maybe a mix of all the ideas you gave? Save some from untimely deaths, make sure others die when they are supposed to and move on peacefully, who knows? Way I see this, personally, is that it beats what I had going for me back home, so I'm here for the long haul." Back home, he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of that. Alex figured wherever he could put his head down safely for a nights rest was home, so the very phrase amused him when he used it. But odds were this would prove to be something someone didn't just walk away from, not easily, so it should prove to be a unique change of pace, sure as sure. And as long as he got to live it as he saw fit, then that was good enough for him.