That answer is not much comfort. It's difficult to imagine Mr. Snow being here without Ivan's knowledge, but it's not impossible, either. Once again, he's certain of nothing, and it's not helping put him at ease.

"You can find me at the Inn." It's only a little less public, but for the moment it's Hal's home turf—and considering the one or two things he can guess that they might need to talk about privately, he'd rather do it somewhere he's comfortable. "Until then," with a small nod, gathering up his folder and his glass once more.