You have? [More a subdued exclamation than a question, surprised. Now this is progress.

[She lifts a hand, as if taking an invisible piece of evidence and pinching it in her forefingers. Focus sharpens, but not on the man.] [some number which canon leaves ambiguous] months ago, the creator of the hexgates and a member of our Council went missing. Every effort to find them has turned up completely—

[Eyes back to him. Not an accusation—a potential connection.] —blank.