"Jes' used 'she' azza g'neric. Wuzn't act'ally sayin't wuz def'nitely a woman," which is kinda odd, but okay. "S'poss'ble 'ere wuz more'n one person out'ere, but I can't really be sure. Might be able t'tell if'n'I went inta trance, but can't be sure."

"Well," I say, now that I'm thinking about it, "when someone's bleeding that much," and I point to the patch on the ground with the end of my notebook, "usually means someone else did it to them. Which I shoulda thought of. So 'less someone lit everything up without anyone else around," which I mean I guess they could have, just I don't usually think people get scared and try to lash out less someone's around, "and then killed themselves and the body just disappeared after bleeding a lot, probably was someone else." Lord. Wonder if it's like that mess with Voronin, the fire there. Could stand a little ice for destruction, m'self, be a nice change.

"Do you think whatever happened here was bringing him back?" and oh Christ I hope not, and Miss Noma looks a little lost. Widowed, almost, which is a damn odd thought.

"Er," I say politely. "Ladies? C'n I trouble you ta mention who, exactly? It's kinda an important point. Specially if there's gonna be trouble."