"What...?" Fearne reached out and took the charm from Death, taking care not to touch his hand as she did so, then pulled her arm back quickly, holding the charm in her hand close to her chest. "Uh... no, dude! I don't want you "looking after me"! I mean, it's really nice of you to offer, and I appreciate that, but you kind of just killed one of my friends! I mean, I'm trying not to hold that against you, as I know you're a villain, and that's what villains do, but still... I don't really wanna hang out with you, or anything. Sorry."
Fearne looked away from Death, finding herself unable to make eye-contact with him. She didn't feel particularly upset - people got killed at these cons all the time, and dying really wasn't that big a deal in this universe, so she didn't doubt Sam would be back eventually - but Fearne was in no hurry to die herself, and she was a little afraid of spending too much time around this being who had just sliced down a defenceless teenager without effort or remorse.
Also, she'd liked Sam; she'd only known him for a short period of time, but he had a cheerful energy about him, and it would have been nice to get to know him better. Making friends was hard when you and all your co-workers had a job catering to people whose whole claim to fame was that they killed lots and lots of people in creative ways, and for not particularly good reasons...
Still not looking at him, Fearne scooched past Death and hurried over to the only person she recognized in the crowd. "Uh, hello, Mr. Maddawg! Um... would it be alright if I hung out with you for a while? I mean, I'm not a fangirl! I don't want to steal more of your clothes! I mean, your clothes! Any of your clothes! 'Cause I haven't stolen any yet. No, not "yet"! I mean, I don't intend to, like, ever..." Fearne trailed off and looked at her feet. "Mr. Maddawg... I'm afraid. Somebody just killed Sam, and then he asked if I wanted him to "protect me", which I really don't, 'cause he had, as I mentioned, just murdered a friend of mine..."
Fearne looked up into the face of the Locust leader and mustered up the most pleading look she could manage. "So... could I hang around with you for a little while? I... I don't wanna be on my own."