"Decently, it would seem, after a few hiccups," Benedict answers cheerfully, "Abella seems to have made her way all right and we have little to fear from Ness-- she's from a world similar to Tav's, I think, if not the same one."

He leans over the coffee table in front of him, where he leafs through the dossiers of the newest arrivals.

"Caius I helped acquire and roomed with, briefly. Herian,"

His voice dies. He stares at her page a little longer, with an air of trepidation; it's not the first time he's seen it, but the task of checking in with her has proven too daunting.