Rebecca doesn't feel like Reaper is a man to be ridiculed. Someone who would wear the likeness of a skull on their face might have some ties to darkness. She's not familiar with shamanism or druidism, but...the vibe here is similar, she feels.

"Yes. That's what I said."

Rebecca has no idea what smoking ten packs a week would do to a person's voice, so Reaper's voice only sounds unnaturally raspy to her. It fits with his skull image, not that she's thrilled to admit it.

"I...I am not so naive to believe that I'm free from danger just because I'm aboard this 'ship,' sir."

At least she stands her ground and does her best not to wilt. She's a soldier, after all, she tells herself she can handle this.