Pushing the wheel barrow along as they went, he reminded her, "Watch your step." It was difficult to see, even with the use of of the lamp. Graves was simply able to get around well in the dark because he knew the place inside and out already.
Although, when it came to the matter of his profession, there was a bit of mental debate going on his head before he was able to answer. Should he reveal what else he did, or just pretend this was it? Just like he had pretended he didn't rob the graves...
"I find it... kind of interesting," Graves admitted. It wasn't horrible. If he didn't like it at all, he would have found something else to do, or just not bothered at all. "Sure, it's work most probably don't want to do, but keeping this place in good shape, at least it makes it more welcoming to those that come to visit their buried friends and loved ones. Most people want to buried in a nice place, too, so I guess they're all happy, in their own way, too. I like the peace and quiet, when I work nights."
"Actually," he started again, deciding that there probably wasn't any harm in telling her his primary profession, as long as he didn't go into too many details. "I don't just do this. This is more... for fun? I do this in my off hours. The rest of the time, I'm a bounty hunter."