She's expecting pithy condolences, maybe something about how God has some kind friggin' plan, or it all happens for a reason. Instead, he's honest, and it brightens the world a little. Her shoulders relax, and she lets out a little scoff of laughter.

"Yeah," she says, voice soft with laughter. "Yeah, it's shit. I try to find all the books about how things used to be. Fuckin' pissed there're no real books here."

But it's clear from her expression, she's grateful.