**Pewter City**<br/><br/>Quick, sharp eyes drank in what he could see, of the exhibits without deviating from their course.  He was quiet, though, even on the tiled floor. When not rushing as they had been, he could be somewhat sneaky, and the sounds of his feet traveling along the floor were covered up by the slightly louder steps of the professor and guard.<br/><br/>He was quiet while the Professor talked with the guard, observing and listening; he had nothing to contribute, and no reason to do so. However, when the guard left the two alone temporarily, he would deign to speak to the professor.<br/><br/>"And that mean s that whatever<em>is</em>known will need to be sifted through.  Every story has a kernel of truth to it, but if nobody else has found it yet, that leaves it up to us, and, and your daughter, right?" Quiet for a moment, he then adds. "You know, I've been in contact with an information broker before.  I could send word to him, in the morning, and see if he can dig up anything for us, but it might take him a while."