[Ribbons easily followed the gesture, then suddenly flustered and feeling that sudden pang of guilt eating at the pits of his stomach at the apparent niceties.] Of course. Neil.
I-I'm afraid she has yet to tell me. [Lowers his head as a polite gesture, but inside, it troubled him so that he had been instrumental to this man's "death."] Thank you very much for your help and I apologize for the trouble. I must repay you somehow...