He wasn't going to ask, wasn't going to assume how she felt. If she was anything like him, the best thing to feel was numb. And the best way to get to that feeling would be to not have to talk about it. Being the last Smith was a burden enough, now with his mother going a bit more crazy because John Davis was dead, well, it didn't make things any easier.
Zacharias looked around, a bit weary on the off chance one of the living inferi was still around waiting to attack. He might not have been particularly brave, but he supposed he could at least man up enough to stop one of those things from attacking them. That was probably the last thing that Tracey needed now. "This part of the alley doesn't look too bad. Your flat might even be untouched." It wasn't much, but a bit of a good news or even hope couldn't hurt.