"Lucky for both of us, I have no idea what a Red Key even is," Drift echoed the wry bark of laughter right along with Cobb because gallows humor never failed to at least crack a smile with him.

The humor of the situation quickly faded when Cobb asked a question that lanced through him. The holomatter was a solid construct and virtually indistinguishable from a person, so where his physical body some distance off ached, the sympathetic response was to cringe visibly.

"When I said I had been recently widowed, what I failed to mention if I was at the funeral before coming here," Drift takes another passing glance at his grave. "Guess this place has a pretty low opinion of how I'll cope."