She'd noticed him when the sound of twigs and leaves had reached her, and she glanced over in the moonlight and watched him. People had fairly predictable reactions around death - they cried, were uncomfortable, were in a hurry to get away, tuned everything out; she was used to all those reactions. As she watched him, however, she realized that he wasn't any of those things. In fact, she wasn't even sure he knew whoever was buried there.
She stood quietly, as he was bent over, and she made her way to him. She was entirely unafraid; there was little about death that could scare her, and when you could kill someone with your fingertips, well, you didn't fear things others might. She stopped just shy of his tombstone, and she waited for him to take note of her.
She was dressed in jeans and a star trek shirt, and she looked almost eerily pale in the dark light. "Did you know them?"