[Alex is quiet for a long time, because he has no idea how to respond to what he just heard.

Her death?

From her voice, there's no way she's kidding. Hell, she can't be; it's a truth event. Alex really does need to network more extensively; a month in the mansion and he still hasn't learned that some people are dead.]

Your death?

[He sounds half stunned, half confused, half worried - never mind that that's too many halves. And then he realises that the event might make her answer that. And it doesn't sound like she's up to that. She's treated him leniantly in the past, so--]

Don't - don't answer that.

[She sounds like she needs help. Pretty much every occasion on which he's interacted with a person has proven that he's bad at giving help, but...]

...Come up here. I'll make you coffee, and... and we can be silent at each other until the event stops.