Rueful transitions into concerned, genuine enough, though he'd never really spoken to Nick, either. His first thought isn't vanished, but taken - if some members of the cult remain, perhaps not immediately connected with the main branch, then they might well want a captive, for revenge or information or whatever bloody sacrifices their god demands.

"That doesn't sound good," he says. "Has there been a search?"

He dips his head in a nod and picks up the trays - their shape slightly awkward as such things always are, but not heavy enough to be a burden - and heads for the door.