He glances at her. His nod is understanding, even if he says nothing more on it. Hard to feel safe after everything. But then, he's never lived his life without watching his back. This is just more of the same, here. Some of the others, he expects, haven't got the same experience.

"Thorne ran a tight ship," he replies. "Everyone learned fuck all."

The way he says it implies he's spoken to enough people to conclude that the lack of information isn't contained to only a small pocket. It's everyone, from prisoners to guests. He can count on one hand those who possessed information truly worth a damn: Jon Sims, Himeka, and Relena. Two were prisoners; Jon nearly lost his head. It tells him that any guest who remotely tried to keep a low profile would've uncovered little.

Thorne's not their biggest problem, in any case. Between mysterious benefactors wielding portals and the tensions around the Singularity, he imagines there's more at play here. None of which he wants to deal with right now, so his thoughts turn toward something else: why Nadine fled into hiding inside Thorne's territory.

"You didn't trust the portals?"