Before Jacque had gotten the chance to think of a response to Kijani, the air had filled with a combination of shrieks from the young girl, the sound of a circuit blowing, and the scent of slightly charred flesh. The man watched as Kijani rushed to Warden's aid and fruitlessly attempted to revive the child, he stayed silent as Marcus came over and spoke the words that no one else likely would. Jacque slowly walked over to the pair as they hovered over the body and knelt down, staring into the still, lifeless eyes of the child before reaching out and closing them. Surprisingly, Jacque did not inquire as to whether or not he could drain the corpse of its blood, nor did he make an attempt to, rather, he reached into his coat and pulled out a pair of old, worn silver coins which he had barely managed to smuggle onto the vessel before being placed in cryosleep, and gently laid them on Warden's eyes. Jacque got up, dusted himself a bit, and returned to the spot that he had once been standing, still remaining silent. Truth be told, Jacque felt as sorry for Warden as he did for anyone that he'd killed, which was to say, not at all. Still, the fact that someone in his presence appeared to grieve her passing, he felt as though some respect for the dead was required.