There's certain situations where talking isn't the best course of action, and then there's situations where it has to happen. From the way he's approaching things, Anna ca't help but maybe this is one of those times where talking is still required. Carefully, of course. She's not about to start asking for the gory details, but she does move to lean carefully against the wall next to him, and offers a slight attempt at a sympathetic look as she nods.

"So you didn't go home." She pauses a moment, slowly wrapping her head around the idea that he could be back after that, - and 'got killed' prompts all sorts of questions, but it's hardly the time to ask them. Instead she just gently lays a hand on his shoulder, nice and slow with no sudden movements. Now is hardly the time for a heart attack.

"I'm...sorry I couldn't help."