Her reply was the thing that scared him. Anthony had been afraid of death for as long as he had been living, and seeing this woman entertain the idea of dying so...nonchalantly was something he didn't expect, nor was it something he particularly enjoyed. It almost added to the athmosphere of the whole situation. A woman standing on the beach in the dead of night, peering into the sea, talking of how she does not fear death. The poets and writers would have a field day with this.

"Well, I don't know who you are," he shrugged, slowly approaching the woman even more, looking at her and then at the sea. Despite that, he had no interest in hurting her or anything along those lines, unless she would give him a reason to do so. "if you're not afraid of dying, you're not afraid of dying. Was just a bit concerned—wouldn't want to hear of you getting killed or something."