[His brows draw down in a brief frown -- inhale, exhale, and it loosens somewhat back into the mild wrinkle of thought.]

They lost one to the town, you said. What else? Who else?

[A quick tap to clear the ashes before he turns back to her; pulls a plate of small bites towards them because if they're going to be going into all this without a good carafe of drinks to go with it he's going to try for a food coma instead. Maybe.

A tilt of the head -- will she also accept food with an explicit invitation?]