[He nods at Phoenix.] I think I remember that. I'll have to look back in the journal. [He pats his lapel pocket, where the journal is kept inside. Then, he mutters,] I wonder where he got them from, then.


[He gets to work examining the perimeter of the aquarium, fingertips scraping idly against the glass tanks as if searching for some sort of hidden dent, some inconspicuous clue that will do nothing to assist them. He stares into the darkened corners, looking for hairs too fine for the naked eye. As he suspects, he finds nothing. When Bastet speaks, he turns his head, nods.]

Got it. If the medics are taking Truth's body, then are we going to take the evidence to a safe place? [He looks at Bastet, gaze obviously questioning: what counts as a safe place?]