"You're not... His mother then, are you?" Wouldn't that be unfortunate. "Is he the one you want to speak to?" To the point. Everyone wanted to speak to someone. That was usually what they were there for.
Considering the uniform, Presley was pretty sure she Macy hadn't died at home peacefully in her sleep. But, blood could be... Catsup? Probably not, but that had been her first thought. Most people didn't like to talk about how they died, so she didn't ask.
"Nice to meet you." She gave a friendly grin, but since a handshake was sort of impossible, she didn't offer. "Mostly. I think. Sometimes it's hard to tell, but I think so."