Sable bits zir tongue, unsure if ze should even say. On one level ze wants to. It would be nice to tell someone who would immediacy know and maybe be able to help, on the other hand, ze can't eb sure who to even trust anymore.

"I uhm..." Ze shuffles zir feet. "I need to find someone. The person who hurt my Curator." Ze looked up again and there's a sad, longing expression on zir face. "She died. I have to find who did it."