Sangoman was mid-bite with his sandwich when he heard Logia's voice coming faintly from a pocket on his robe. Setting the sandwich back on his plate, he stuck his hand into the pocket, feeling for the crystal orb in there. His was much smaller than Logia's, about the size of a large marble. Holding it up closer to his face, he spoke into it, reiterating the question he was asked.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #FF40FF">Information about sirens? Well, I guess the most important thing would be to know that their power comes from their voice. If you can't hear it, then they can't do much to you other than what they can with their own two hands. Make something akin to earplugs if you're in danger of one trying to hurt you. If you want to securely capture it, just bind it like you would any other person, as far as I know. Just remember to gag her so she can't talk or sing or anything. If you catch her by surprise it should be pretty easy. Why, what have you gotten yourself into? Do you need me to come to where you are?</span>"<br/>The concern was evident in his voice throughout the entire explanation. He started to stand up and search for his location through the æther, trying to find where he was. What he was looking for was analogous to a thread whipping about in a hurricane. Locating somebody this way was nearly looking for a needle in a haystack to those unaccustomed to it, but thankfully he had experience.<br/>Logia was quickly found by Sangoman to be in the Recubo District. It would take him a bit to get there should he need to go, but he was already planning a way to make his way as fast as possible should the man tell him he was needed.