The rat lead him out of the obs deck and a little down the hall to a corner. Rather low to the ground a scarred hand with an arm covered by a gray jacket came out from behind the corner to greet the rat along with a quiet, "H-hey, Alice... D-didja find 'em?... G-guess not." All of his friends from home would have known to take the message as a sign of it being received if they had nothing to write back on it with.