That she can't tell from here, as she moves closer - to the dead man. Kneeling beside him as she rolls him flat onto his back, baring his face.

"I do." Her look is distasteful for that. "He's Vorkallener. We both worked Guard duty. He is one of Vorvolk's men." She leans over him digging around at the uniform that was closed as his throat, to put fingers to the pulse there - just to make sure. Holding certain just to make sure, even though the cold pallor that she could feel "He's dead. Been so for some hour though I could not tell how long exactly."

Sighs, irritable. "He was certainly no friend of mine, but he served just the same. Though that is just about all I could for the man." He made his opinions loudly known, about Duv in particular.