Ross shook his head and smiled to himself. So that's how it was? Of course he'd have trouble dealing with it, and with himself. Ross' head bounced lightly, and he looked back to Bruce, before leading him deeper into the courtyard. "Better to keep walkin' otherwise words start to get stale," He mumbled, just loudly enough for Bruce to hear, "How'd she die?" Ross assumed, keeping his head facing frontwards as they paced along the well-kept stone path. Ross was never one for beating around the bush, or any level of [i]tact,[/i] really. But that didn't make him a giant idiot, or an unfeeling bundle of sticks and stones, either.