Relief flooded her at that notion. "I see, I can understand that sentiment, I think in one way or another we all can share in that"

A tap to the handheld, "This is fascinating! Although you must here it all the time" her words still honest.

Staring at him, her face faltering some. "M-my mother? My mother died but..." taking the small drive, her stomach a bundle of nerves now.

Dread overcoming her at his wording. 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩.
The handheld boots up and opens the file once she placed it in.

Plain as day, a tall and lean form over her mother who lay in her own blood. A pipe in his hands before he turned and stalked off.