She observed him silently, trying to figure out what he was feeling, without actually using her telepathy. She didn't want to have to deal with the hundred of thoughts that were likely to bombard her the moment the blocks were lowered. No, today was a non telepathic day.

He sent off mixed signals. One of nonchalantness, the other of hope. This Aeneas seemed to be more complex than he was letting on to be.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe there is." Jean informed him gently. "There might be others from your universe in some of the pods, but we have no way of knowing until a pod release."