She has so many questions. (Is there no way to fight them? If this is generally known, why did so many people stay in the bar when the demons arrived instead of fleeing en masse? Why did Degas stay? Why would anyone accept a demon's invitation to a dinner party?)

"I'm sorry," is what she says instead. "I don't mean to stir up bad feelings. It's only that there's so much I don't know. And ... I'm very sorry for your loss. And for not saying so sooner."

(More questions she's not asking right now: when, and how, his wife died.)