[This is just about what Kim expected from Jean. He lets out a small sigh. His hands instinctively twitch, wanting to leave his pockets and pinch the bridge of his nose. But he shoves them deeper down. He doesn't want to scare off an ally--especially one who is clearly still disoriented. The lieutenant grimaces, although the only thing that Jean can see is the furrowing of his brow.]

I could ask the same of you. I wish I had a definitive answer.

[The lieutenant's voice sounds a little like he's talking with marbles in his mouth. The damned tusks take some time to get used to.]

If Officer Minot is here, I haven't seen her yet. [He shifts his stance slightly. The scarf is slipping slightly, and he doesn't quite know how to fix it. He begins tilting his head down to try and catch up with it.] As for Detective Du Bois...he's around.

[He's being cagey on purpose. Gauging Jean's response.]

Approximately two months have passed since we have been brought here--the detective and I. What's happened since then?