Alistair nods at Detlef; it's a very grateful nod, beyond an acknowledging one, and it takes every bit of his limited capacity for pragmatism not to follow him. But he isn't going to leave the Iron Bull and Araceli to be reasonable here alone, and Fate is right.

He steps forward, finally, to crouch down closer to eye level with one of the young Crows on the floor.

"Is there anything here that might help us? Information, or--can you help me look? We'll need to make sure they don't come after him again. Or after all of you."