Baedal is funny in a lot of ways. If Audry have any misgivings as to what Solomon Koenig's extracurricular activities might be she will keep them to herself. It's not like she's volunteering her own particulars. Instead, she levels her attention on the pictures, cup in hand. Her interest seems sincere enough, tentacles curling slowly as if though they are an unusually ponderous nest of snakes.

"I see. Well. Unfortunately for this particular type of inquest, the House is not in habit of keeping very detailed records of its members." For reasons. The crease on her forehead may suggest that she personally doesn't approve of shoddy record keeping. Or maybe she's considering the implications of Biskup's compromising photoshoot. Or the whole Candlelighter thing. She eventually puts a finger down in front of one of the pictures. "I don't know any one of these people on a personal level, but I believe this is Ms. Cadwallader. Lyra, or Lucy, something. No, Lydia. She did not take well to Baedal, some people just don't." Shrug. "They pulled her out of Spatters some years past, which is how she got with the House to begin with. She was pregnant at the time, I'm not sure what happened to the baby. If she carried to term they'd be about four now."

Audry's focus shifts from the photo back up to her guest. "I heard she disappeared, figured she died or moved out to the country." Or both. She's not very attached, and made less so by the suggestion of betrayal. "You say she's with these 'Candlelighters' now?"