[Cissie comes over as soon as she can! She's a little breathless - blame the archery practice, since she brought her bow and arrows along - but regardless, she's nearby with tissues and her sympathies.]

My condolences, Miss Verita.

I'm... I'm just not so sure if you should confront the killer. You just might end up killing him. Not when you know so little about him... or her. [this last sentence is an afterthought, and it slightly shows.]