He hadn't exactly been standing behind his 'quip' in as much full force as he would have given any other circumstance. But he generally hadn't had enough feeling behind a lot of things in his life lately. This was going to probably end up being one particular one that he clung to. David wasn't always someone who looked at the worst of a situation. There had been a time in his life when he was an optimist. But that was before he basically had a black hood pulled over his head in a parking lot and taken to The Regiment. He did his job. He kept his head down. Even when there had been a portion of him who would've not taken any of this laying down.
He supposed that part of him died in Florida. Somewhat survived barely when he was reunited with his wife briefly before realizing it was just the death twitches of thinking that there was a possibility of some normalcy here. "I think we all wish it was an explosion." He said before moving to take a seat, sitting forward and attentive. Regardless of the fact that he already knew what was coming. He could feel it. He sucked in a bit of a deep breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
He didn't know how he was supposed to react in this case. It hadn't hit him yet. Not as much as he thought it was supposed to. "...I..." He focused on the kleenex on the desk for a brief moment before his eyes flicked back to Saffron's face. "If you guys had to do a head count...that means, they weren't recognizable right? You couldn't tell it was Darcy?" Maybe that there was a chance that it wasn't her. But he didn't think Saffron would be the type to jump the gun so to speak and just pull an agent aside just to tell them she'd made a mistake later on.