[He laughs, but listens still to what she says. Talking about the Drabwurld isn't difficult- but it's become almost like a second home, and he misses it and the friends he made there, if only because he had a sense of belonging he has yet to truly secure with the crew of the Moira.]

You flatter me, Angela. I've done what I could, considering the circumstances. Back home at least prepared me to work with what I had. [He pauses, but when he starts up again, his tone is noticeably cheerier than before.]

There was- a friend of mine. Her name is Élise. She and I were there in the Drabwurld for two years, and caught up in the war together. [Is that the sound of him clearing his throat quietly to make sure he doesn't sound a little too willing to talk about her? Of course not, you're imagining things.] Unfortunately, I don't know if she's still back in the Drabwurld, or if she's back home in Paris. I haven't exactly had a way to reach her.