«Yes, please.» Ilde may only be recently learning to sign, but she's already mastered 'making it look tart'. She's relatively sure Ivan has taken to killing smokers, on that note- it would account for why his tobacco brand is so inconsistent, lately. This is one of those things she examines briefly, then sets down away where it won't interrupt more interesting or important thoughts.

"Réjean fell off a boat," she says, thoughtfully, resting her elbows on the table. A moment later, she amends, "Got shot off a boat. I caught him in the river. He's not so bad."

...alternately, Ilde just likes really bizarre people.