Ren looks over her head at Igor. "Hey, motherfucker," he says, in a very different tone of voice, only to cut off in surprise when he sees a box of tissues already resting on the desk. Igor chuckles at his expression, quietly and sadly.

He leans up to grab the box and place it next to her. "Here. It was a little rough afterwards, but we figured it out." He had planned for the possibility of deaths, after all. He'd just really hoped...