He kept his gaze fixated on her hands, half-concerned that she might spill something hot on her lap, half-wondering what her relationship with Errol was. It was not John's place to pry, in the end, but if he had warned Preston about this place not being safe, why would he leave her alone in such a vulnerable location?
"His body was incinerated - in Libria - but... I saw him and spoke with him at a bookstore. So either he's not dead, or perhaps we all are, or... I- don't know." He didn't often fumble over his words but it was a perplexing situation they found themselves in, and he didn't know how to explain why they were able to meet after he was sure he'd put a bullet through Errol's skull.
"He... is a friend of yours?" Preston asked tentatively, unsure even as he asked the question if he could grasp the meaning of friendship. She had been asking one question after another, and every response he gave seemed to make her more... agitated, or angry, or perhaps in despair. If he asked one question in return, it might serve to calm her down somewhat.