Kearnen purses her lips. "He went AWOL some time back. Never too much of a threat, but if anybody's been murdered recently, I'm going to get worried." One of her eyes, the one that's not hidden by a patch, gets teary. "Please don't tell me that just happened."
Tell her about the Furlbrows. Ask about the Defias. Ask what Kearnen thinks she's doing here. You may have the Marshal's story, but you don't have hers.