"Of...of course," Spinelli replied, but it was a distracted sort of answer, his mind now clearly elsewhere. His face had grown long with worry over the fate of his friends, and he brought a hand up, rubbing at his forehead over his left eye. He was tempted - sorely tempted - to go and try to find out what he could what this moment, but running out on Anwei could be misconstrued. Instead, he tried for an apologetic smile, but he couldn't quite muster it.

"My apologies for seeming distracted, but this is troubling news indeed. I-I have friends, you see, who surely must still be in the pods."