"These days, he either resides in his flying fortress, in in his pocket dimension, where he crafts his device," she says, with a shrug. "He is regularly moving, and is a difficult being to locate, even when he wants to be found." She barks a soft laugh, at his mention of 'stay alive'. "I have no intention of letting him die until he can hold up his end of our bargain," she says, serious once more.