<span style="color: #0040FF">"I'm sure they have their reasons."</span>Dimitri replied to the woman. He wasn't keen on condoning or endorsing a faction like the Frogmen. He was sure they had good people, but it was rare for the individual to matter when they served the many. He was happy to see Lola was closer to an open book than anything else. Open could often mean trustworthy, and that trait lead to others like it. He couldn't help but smile at the woman. He felt tense still, but he wasn't going to deny her invitation to sit. Dimitri listened to the light dialogue between the pair, it was difficult to distinguish if their bond was closer to friendship or serving the same team.<br/><br/>He had taken the seat on the couch, he was sure many serious things were discussed on what looked like it could just as easily fit in a living room on the outskirts of a suburb. When Alannah looked to him to confirm her story, he was more than happy to answer the call for her. He dug into his back-pocket, and revealed it. You could almost feel the ocean when touching it, similar to the sensation when holding a conch recently taken from the beach.<span style="color: #0040FF">"It's some kinda comb, lil' big for most people."</span>He commented, leaning to hand it to Lola. He was hopeful she might know something about it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"Normally I'd say it was just somethin' someone who could go underwater made. Might even be some kinda civilization under there. But the shells, they ain't brittle."</span>Dimitri flicked the comb with his index finger to demonstrate. Something like this clearly should have been flimsy, yet, this could survive a drop from a tall building. He leaned forward, handing the comb to Lola.<span style="color: #0044FF">"It was right by the Ichor. I don't wanna believe that's a coincidence."</span>