He nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat as he attempted to wrap his own emotions around the reality. He had been focusing on everything but the losses involved. Well, no time like the present, he supposed.
"Well," he began softly. "There... were a lot of deaths. D's gone, and Mao, according to the reports." Reports could be wrong, of course, but he had not seen them, so the odds were that they were accurate. "And..." He bit his lip, unsure how she would take this next bit of news. "Your uh... your friend, from Red, the blonde, with the suit guy? They're both missing, escaped off Revolve. The suit guy was a mutant too, it turns out..." He trailed off and waited, watching her face for emotions, trying to decide his next actions.