Normally Winter wouldn't think that enough of a connection, but in this case, given the whole weaseling thing, and how everything seems to be connected these days, he won't write it off. So he nods. "Have to find him, then."

He looks in the direction of the door out. Not like he wants to go out, but like he's wary of it. "The town. The model. What happened to it." There was a timer. The timer has surely run down by now.