The first part of what he had to say actually upset her, although anger was always going to be her first response, rather than tears. "It's called being sympathetic, you ass. Look it up."
She took a swig of her beer and stewed for a minute, but damn if his case didn't pique her curiosity. "Sounds like something out of The X Files. Should I call you Mulder, or Scully?" She looked him over, "Screw it. You're Scully." Clearly, she was still upset. "If you think foul play is involved, you'll have to pursue it in your own time. Otherwise, just let it go. It's not worth obsessing over."