Kieth-Edward nodded at the two in turn, before proceeding to sit down at a nearby stool. As Verity elaborated on her origin, he did the same. "I'm from the CITADEL - if that means anything to you." He was fidgeting with a gadget of some sort (he didn't tell anyone it was actually a homemade video game) when Verity noted the lack of Dux images in the room. His mind racing to analyze the situation, Kieth-Edward responded almost immediately with the most logical answer.<br/><br/>"In all likelihood, the lack of such an image means one of three things. Either the image is down for cleaning or restoration, a claim discredited only by the fact that most facilities have spares. It may be that the image is obscured from our current view by an interceding object or otherwise hidden from us, a claim discredited with the fact that protocol stipulates that such an object must be placed in the most visibly available spot in the room. The final possibility is that this is in fact not a facility meant to accomodate pledges to the Dux at all, an unlikely and potentially dangerous prospect made feasible only by the hidden nature of the facility itself and the fact that the planes in which we arrived were all in stealthy profile. If any of you studied radiology, you may have recognized the shape and material of the planes." He looked up at the others with a slight smirk. "Untracable."<br/><br/>He got up, and had a look around. "That said, the IPIASS program was so heavily endorsed that the statistical probability of the latter being true is still low. Nevertheless, it's something of a fascinating prospect, do you not agree?" Some emotion could be read on Kieth-Edward's face now. The reasonable and perfectly defensible emotion of fear was altogether absent - what he displayed was a cool, reflected fascination for the potential magnitude of the events that were now taking place. The emotion was all concentrated around his mouth, however - his eyes remained blank, serving only to reinforce his somewhat creepy levelheadedness.