Megan was still turning over in her head the fact that she had shared a drink with the man, and then just days later, his blood had leaked onto her and his gutted corpse had nearly landed on her. "Huh?" she said, looking up. "Um, no, I only talked to him a couple of times myself." She thought back to remember if he'd said anything. "He seemed nice enough, but, um, I don't think anyone wanted him dead." She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "He was a little... not nosy, but over enthusiastic, I thought. Maybe he got on someone's nerve? Sorry I'm not helping much."