Despite having come here with full intention of soliciting her help, John can't manage to stave off a beat of hesitation. Of course, Yseult will need this information. But John still balks at the idea of giving it up. Madi's existence has been kept so close a secret, held between himself and Flint since the moment of their arrival. Instinct flinches from speaking too much of her aloud, even now.

"Madi Scott," John says after a moment, before sipping from his cup. "She's slim, about my height. No scars to speak of. Unfortunately, she does have a talent for avoiding easy marks to identify herself by."

A pause, then a low chuckle preceding the admission: "And I doubt she'd take very kindly to the idea that I'd sent someone to seek her out in this manner, regardless of circumstances."

Something he assumes Yseult might understand, even if it leaves John without some clear point with which to direct her towards.