He should have gone with checking his phone.

Seriously, he should have. Twenty-seven messages meant someone -or many someones- felt they [i]needed[/i] to reach him. Someone could be in trouble, his boss could be following up that he was indeed gone for a funeral, or... anything, really. 

He was in the middle of a job -a very big job, it seemed- so it was unlikely he could do more than give advice or answer questions. Even if there was serious trouble, Ragnarok probably ranked higher up that whatever his callers were facing. But even still, at least there was something he [i]could[/i] do, even if it wasn't much, when faced with a phone full of calls.

What was he supposed to do here, faced with an angry reaper full of venom?

She didn't want him anywhere near her, that was readily, painfully clear. Not that he particularly wanted to be near her, either. He had no doubts about the choice he made so long ago, felt no guilt over how he and his fellows had escaped death together. It had always been their greatest enemy; the eventual, final end that haunted them at every turn. Following brigands, nesting in plague and famine, lurking under loose stones or cracking branches, always waiting for the chance to strike. Generations had toiled against it as best they could, maintaining a tiny fortress of life within unforgiving lands. And when the walls fell? When centuries of work and prayer finally failed them? Semyon and the others made a stand, and found a way to win.

The young reaper was a walking reminder that death still stalked them, all the more frightening because she seemed almost the same. Undying, yet not quite living, a being that followed a different set of rules than most were accustomed to.

Unfortunately, those similarities ended on the edge of a scythe.

It would be polite -and a relief- to walk away. Semyon could apologize and retreat, maybe busy himself with those messages before they got married and raised families. He wouldn't antagonize her any further that way, and he wouldn't have to worry as much.

So with that in mind, Semyon took a moment to regard the young reaper after the initial surprise of her words, then decided to reply.

"I wouldn't mind that... but we are working together." He remained perfectly still, deciding not to risk anything by making a motion that could be seen as threatening or cowardly. "So if it might help? I'd like the long list, please."

She was a comrade, much as it unnerved him, that fact remained true. He needed to be able to fight beside her, if it came to that, and to trust her to do the same. Walking away wouldn't help with that, he wasn't sure if anything [i]would[/i]. But there were some things even a 'zombie' felt were important.

Honor your comrade. Never back down.

Semyon stood still and waited for the Reaper's response.