[Talk about a tough room. Krone won't summon a smile to her face for once, let alone fire off a remark about some thing she thinks the fallen would have liked. Eric's loneliness is easy enough to resolve at least, so she takes a few heavy footsteps in his direction, still far away from the empty shell.]

This wasn't exactly passing by hereditary disease, was it... Shouldn't we start by looking for traces of—[her brow furrows; in this state Eric doesn't need the perpetrator to hammer on his ears] something else on the hands, or maybe the feet?