[Even without being a psychic, Ravine has a natural intuition to read the levity behind the "mask".

[Sal's question then merits a muffled chuckle.]

Oh, of course not. In fact, a friend of mine is just a hair shorter than yourself. [But Atem is probably used to everyone being taller than him.]

What I mean to say is that we are not often met with those who let harsh winds so easily brush off their shoulders. [The idiom is a little off, but the idea is still there. Ravine's just made it her own.

[She smiles, then adds:] Or those who are acquainted with the dead.