Wrath lifts his gaze toward her as he secures the jar for the time being, and the gold of his gaze razes over her as he attempts to sense it. He has been called Death within his won world, king of the underworld, and he can generally sense such aspects of another individual, but this world plays havoc on his abilities, which is why he did not recognize it without a closer examination.

"It is difficult to say how this world's magic might interact with the magic or technology of another. It would depend on the type of death, I imagine, and I have not felt any like your own."

This world continues to surprise him even after near two years of his existence within it (two years is truly very little at all to eternity though).

"Like a ghost in a body that is yours. How do you remain?"