Sympathy isn’t something Elvis has ever been much good at. He can fake it a lot of the time, dealing with people at work, or at least come close to it, knowing how to handle grieving people, but in general, it’s not something that comes easily to him. He’s been through too much himself for that. So while he can guess that the disappearance of the man in question is one that affected her, he’s not really sure what to say about it, if he should say anything at all. "I only saw him the once," he says, shrugging. "It wasn’t too big a deal."