"I know." It's brief, gentle, maybe even a little understanding. She's lost someone twice, too, after all, but ... no, she's not going to push this. It's not what she came here to talk about. She sits up a little taller, regarding him with a sort of sideways glance; in a way, her whole demeanor changes, even though her physical appearance stays the same. "You still wanna burn things?" she asks, and it's as casual as asking someone if they want to get coffee.