[Hayley's brows scrunched together in confusion for a second. She was expecting him to continue down the same path, asking who and how rather than jumping to a new topic entirely. Still, it wasn't like he couldn't do that as part of their vague arrangement, so she scratched at her hair and answered with the confusion in her voice as well.] "Because I like him and I don't like people I might be friends with hating people I-- people I'm close to."

[Then her face returned to almost neutral to skip to her next question.] "But how did you know he died? How do you know she didn't miss and get hurt or that she didn't help him get away or something? I mean, you walked away, right? How do you know?"