Suchi nodded in sympathy. It just as easily could have been her. God knows she'd done riskier things in pursuit of a story than simply attend a party. And Ethan's grief was still so fresh. She squashed all her journalistic urges to ask him about the bombing and it's aftermath, and instead angled her body inward slightly to face him better.
"What was her name?" She asked gently, hoping it might help him to talk about her.