Spocklar narrowed his eyes. Nero. Of all things that could have killed Sharley, it was Nero. As a Romulan, he was intimidating, but he paled in comparison to the Other. His first priority was to take care of Sharley and get her to Tanya, but after all that needed to be done, he would hunt Nero. Though he wasn't sure what he would do when he found him, if it would be up to Jary or even Sharley's father to do something about him, but Spocklar would hunt him down and find him.
He didn't say anything about it, he just kept walking, they needed to get to the Swamp. Carrying her with his arms was a lot harder than carrying her on his back, and he was getting tired, but he kept going. "How much further, Sinsemilla?"