"Ambitions," he muses. "My ambitions and I were doing quite well back home." Though he sounds disgruntled enough, he keeps the bite of real anger out of his voice. Save that for whoever deserves it, once he figures out who they are.

He leans forward toward, hands gripping his knees and eyes intent on Rachel. "I do have some abilities that may be helpful in the hunt." Secrecy may have been the watchword in his world, but in this one he's learning that finding answers will require risk and trust. "If you have any suggestions on where to direct them or who to speak to, I'd be grateful."