[ Noh-Varr exhales an aborted laugh, the pads of his fingers tracing alien symbols on Ryan's back. Being touched and warmed feels good, and yet a part of him feels guilty for taking so much 'off' time today. A few hours with Warriorhead, a nap with Garrus, and now this.

Selflessness, he supposes, won't bring Isabelle back. ]

Must be exhausting.

[ He figures they'll be white noise eventually, but the thought makes him sympathetic. He's not entirely pleased to have to let go, but he does pull away, if only to put on some music for them. ]

Do you mind if I ask you something?

[ His tone is unusually hesitant. He picks up the Nina Simone record and sets it on the machine. There's an initial scratch as he brings the needle down, then the dulcet tones of Nina's voice fill the room, volume kept tastefully low so as not to impede conversation.

Suspecting that Ryan won't, in fact, mind, Noh-Varr hops straight ahead to his question. ]

If Isabelle were--if either of them had been...disturbed, in death. Would you know?

[ He isn't sure how to phrase it. The world of ghosts and spirits is, for the most part, unknown to him. He figures she hadn't gone peacefully, but he'd like to at least know she wasn't caught in the veil. ]