[His assessment of the situation makes sense to her, and slowly she nods. Reaches for her ale at last and takes an almost-tentative sip. The taste isn't precisely good, but it remains an improvement on the watered-down vinegar of the sacramental wine she had once pilfered and sickened herself on back in Drearburh. Most things, in fact, were an improvement on that. Whilst she sips, her brow furrows, and she thinks this new (to her at least) information through.]

I wonder what the shady bastard saw to make him afraid. Like, I thought maybe he was just pissed off because he'd brought in some people who didn't have whatever it is that me and his other honoured guests were meant to have, you know? But we all went to that Horizon place, so it isn't that. He didn't just kill any of you or throw you back into that fountain-void, which - by the way - was creepy as hell. I wonder if it has anything to do with the destruction of the Singularity.

[It's the opposite of what Thorne wanted to do with the thing, after all.]

But then why send you in there at all?

[She sighs, and slumps a little further down onto her elbows.]

If things could start making sense around here at any point, that'd be just great.