He's silent for a long beat, his gaze distant as he runs some mental calculations. He's not buying it - not entirely, he can't - but neither can he just stand there, thumb up his ass.

The Nostos, or whatever it was, would wear off eventually, hopefully, and in the meantime, his men were probably looking for him and he needed to put himself into a position to be found.

(And if it didn't... he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.)

Decision made, he refocuses on her.

"Have you seen anyone else? Or anywhere--" he gestures slightly to the room they're in, "--else? Anything that might tell us anything else?"