Right. [Jono smirks at "noisy thinkers." He gives her a curt nod and then gives her an encouraging slap on the shoulder.]

Call me, or send me a telepathic message, whatever. Get word to me on when we should meet at the lab. We'll figure this out. Even if there are no solid answers from Forge's lab, we might be able to connect the right dots together using what I found from my online searches.

[He gives her another reassuring squeeze on the arm, and then, for the first time in months, looks prepared and purposeful.] We'll find him.