It's not a very satisfying answer, but it's also no more than Daine ought to hear. She doubts any answer would satisfy her, anyway; she'd be satisfied by going home and seeing everyone properly.

Even that would be bittersweet. She's made friends in New York, too - dear ones that she doesn't want to lose.

Daine's gaze sharpens a little at the news of Scanra. "Nothing you can't sort," she says, half-guessing. Not that there's a thing she could do to help, regardless.