"Sunlight, weakens the Horseman of Death? How strange."

There are pendant lights hanging from the ceiling at fairly regular intervals, and she glances up, mentally keeping track of how many they've passed.

"And I would be the last person to be surprised by that, actually. I spent three years convincing myself I wasn't dead. And I did a very good job of it, too. The mind is predisposed to seeing only the evidence which supports our own conclusions."