[Valdis takes a deep and patient breath.]

I am an Angel of Death and Crichton is a good friend, I felt him die. I was able to trace where the death was and thanks to my empathy I could tell it was done in rage. Your scent was all over the place and no matter how cleaned up you are, I can still feel his death on your soul.

[It helps that she is close with Crichton, normally she ignores any deaths on the ship.]

And you are quite welcome to simmer in your rage and agony, but it won't make you feel better. You'll probably just explode again.