[The focus of that attention makes her smile, and she nods but it takes her a sip of coffee or two to work up to actual speech. She doesn't really want to talk about her feelings but that's probably the only way to work through them, so what choice does she really have?]

He just disappeared. All of his stuff was gone, like he was never there in the first place. And it's ... Not like him. He kept to himself, sure, but Richard cared about all of us. I can't accept that he wouldn't at least say goodbye, or leave a letter or ... Something.

[She taps at her cup.] I don't understand why so many of us are just leaving.