Ethan was rather hoping that she wouldn't at ask that question. "Just things that had flagged my curiosity." He takes a long swig of his coffee, still facing her. He sets his cup down on the desk next to his old one, knocking the mouse in order to banish the bubble screensaver. "Haven't read it yet." He pulls  up the page, quickly reading through the article. From the details she had given him, the woman found in the mountains sounds like her friend. It's much to early to be dealing with death, especially without food in their stomachs. The question becomes, could he postpone telling her until after breakfast? That thought is supported by the timely rumble of his stomach.