He lets out a slow breath that he only partially disguises as blowing over the top of the mug before taking a slow sip.

"I think that wouldn't be unfounded," is what he says, after a minute. He's worried, too. Of course he is. "Do you have any ideas? Who could be behind it."

That's certainly not his arena, and he's been too focused on trying to communicate. On trying to get people out. She might have been, too, honestly.