Wincing, Daniel re-pockets the phone. Such an exemplary display of his legendary tact.

"Sorry," he mutters for no reason he can immediately specify. It's not like he could have known one way or the other, but it seems the polite thing to say. Nick's tone has him more than a little worried.

"So you're just, what? Gonna keep walking and wandering and hoping that you'll run into one specific person out of some seven billion?" It doesn't sound very efficient, is all. "You can't look him up or anything?"