Idly, Vergil wonders if the woman could have survived. Unlikely though. "That is horrible, I am sorry for your loss Danny." He spoke, sounding sincere.

Vergil looked down at his glass. "Its rather long and not nearly as exciting as a boy raised in the mountains after a plane crash." He spoke as he took a drink and waved a hand at that. "Surely you would rather tell me more about the people who raised you."