She noticed how he didn't flinch from her touch this time, in fact, it seemed as though her touch drew away some of the stress he was seemingly feeling. She smiled to herself after she dropped her hand from his back, crossing her arms over his chest. She waited for him to gather his things before she turned on her heel, walking up the stairs of the Wood House in front of them. She held the door open for him, closing it behind them as she watched him hang his equipment. "Let's just try not to get too worked up about this, as frustrating and angering as it is, we won't get anywhere like that."<br/><br/>She went and sat next to him as he brought his binder to the table, watching silently as he jotted down his notes on the topic. She tilted her head, attempting to draw lines and conclusions that connected these ideas, with little success. She was thinking to herself as she noticed him slump back, she she frowned. His stress was beginning to not only concern her, but she felt strangely inclined to somehow reassure him. She went to speak when he opened his eyes, causing her to give him a soft smile.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure," She spoke softly, but honestly. "I think that's a big possibility, but we don't have enough evidence to be sure. Who knows what their motives are, maybe they want to dock the population to allow the others to flourish, maybe they've decided that humanity has met it's end. Maybe... maybe they are trying to make Striders a dominant force. There's many possibilities, we need to stay open minded." She bumped her shoulder gently against his before carefully taking the pen from him. She jotted down Oliver's name, circling it. "But we need to find out whether or not Gregor has been working in conjunction with the Huntsmen, because If he's doing it, anyone could be." She sighed heavily as well at the thought of her brother, dropping her head into her hands. She let out a slow breath, brushing her hair back. "I'm as lost as you are."