"For someone who's just had his death foretold, then, you're admirably level headed." He's not going to pretend he actually gets what's going on here though. He doesn't. There's a handful of possibilities, but it's not really his job to speculate, now is it?

... Doesn't stop some curiosity, but... Well. His company has made it pretty clear so far that he's not one for sharing.

"You could have just said 'yes'." The banter was engaging though, he was enjoying that, if nothing else. Another peek in another door, apparently nothing in there either judging by the quick snap of it shutting again.

"... Yes. I am. Do you know their name? What they look like?" His tone had become vaguely distant as he asked, the helm obscuring precisely what emotion happened to be rolling about in his head.