He shrugged, not caring, still holding her hand, though after a moment of waiting expectantly after she finished, his expression froze, and he dropped her hand. "And?"<br/><br/>He waited a second, before continuing, his eyes hard, all the softness from meeting her again gone like it hadn't existed. "I got... 'Barid doesn't come here often', 'on our own', and that 'Ama and Nadriina are keeping everyone in touch.' If that is all you have been doing for the last two plus centuries, you have all flat out failed.<br/><br/>One more chance, in detail, PLEASE, or I walk out the damn door and deal with it as it comes. If I am standing on a damn landmine, I want to know it."