"I can imagine," she said softly, not looking at him. He face was strained and she looked spent from her bout of grief earlier. A sigh bubbled passed her lips and she murmured. But he was opening up to her as he hadn't before. Was he more comfortable with her? Though, she thought, something was bothering him. She didn't like knowing that he was bothered by anything. Ruth picked at her food. "Thank you for directing me to Mister Lane. Things are..." she paused and then looked up, "Unfortunate but necessary."