The more he asked, the more Ziio began to question herself as to why she'd even answer. If he had a plan, which she was sure he did, then he was pulling it off, and she was letting him. Out of vain hopes? Yes. Perhaps. She couldn't even tell for sure.

"Yes." The answer was concise and direct. "He didn't say much. He said what he needed to, and what he needed for me to know." Then she found her posture relaxing - if it could even be called that - as she motioned to Haytham. "He said you were here. That you two are aware of each other."