Nova sat back in her seat silently, awaiting the arrival of the infamous Grave Keeper Ben. It was a name she had heard many times as a kid, a name to be feared... A name to be respected. He was the most skilled at his job, though I guess the only measure of that was how many others he had managed to out last. The girl woman had to stifle a bit of laughter, her private joke twisting her hidden features into a crooked smile. Even so, Nova found herself tugging at the front fold of her cloak's hood, making sure that her expression could not be seen. After all, she was practically signing her own life away into the service of the dead. Not the most glamourous of jobs, but one couldn't say that it was at all boring. She had heard the stories and her father had been one of them, so it wasn't as if she was signing up with absolutely no idea of what lay before her.

Glancing over at the man sitting beside her, Nova didn't know what to make of the guy. His face, mostly his grin, screamed live bait however the equipment he carried hinted otherwise. She figured she would hold off on passing judgement until she saw him at work, after all who was she to judge? Nova dressed lightly, literally so as all of her clothes were chosen specifically not to weigh her down... except for her feet, but one could never be too careful to protect that which stands closest to half the enemy.

Yelling from the attending woman alerted her to the presence of the man the pair had been waiting for for quite some time. Again, the man beside her surprised her by nearly jumping out of his seat. Nova took her time standing, grasping her beloved weapon in her right hand before slowly turning to face the mysterious Ben. She had seen him once before, but it had been dark then... Seeing him in the light was just a as frightening to her now as it had been when she caught sight of him as a child. Smirking to herself, Nova took the initiative to fill the silence left behind after the man's comment.

"[color=8493ca]Somehow I doubt I'll miss it all that much.[/color]" Nova said, reaching her left hand up to pull down her hood. Locking eyes on the man, she glanced at him quizzically as if confused by something. "[color=8493ca]My father spoke rather fondly of you Mr. Graham. I sincerely hope you last long enough for me to find out why.[/color]"