His thoughts seem to be going right along the same lines as hers and for all that she might want to say something about that, she also knows that everything in here is likely being watched and heard. It's enough to send a chill down her spine and she folds her arms around her body a little, to keep the cold chill from showing on her arms.

"They don't even have names of the victims," she points out, keeping her voice just a little lower than normal. "You'd think a proper memorial would want to actually immortalize all the people who died. But all that shows is the fact that there was a plague that killed a lot of people."

She's saying she agrees with him. Nothing about this really feels good to her at all.