[ It's hard for Cree not to smile as broadly as he'd like. It isn't only the garb she's arrived in, but the formalities, and most of all— the misapprehension she's voiced. He took a girl for someone more perceptive, if she's taken the time to dress in such a way. ]

The pleasure is mine, I assure you. [ Still, he bows his head in return. His eyes are full of mirth. ] I think... you will find they have no interest in impacting the efforts for a cure, now that it is already underway. What is the point in prolonging the inevitable? I would direct my attention to where they've gone to hide. Do you have any idea of where that might be?