Ratchet jerks slightly, his face paling as he looks up at Naru, shock clear in his eyes before he can control his expression.

"Dead? How--" he says before the image of Daryl, grim and spattered with blood, blossoms unbidden in his mind's eye. His jaw tightens and he hisses out a breath. Well no wonder they're being properly interrogated. Hell.

"No further questions," he says, his voice clipped, but he isn't meeting Naru's eyes anymore.