He had to ask, for all the reply doesn't leave him surprised. There's a numbers game involved, and they're the dangerously unknown tethered, not their worlds.

"The Express stopped for a few arbitrary days on a world with ridiculously tall mushrooms and a river of Void-like chaos that flowed up into the sky. People could send messages via stone, a feeling sort of thing." Operating in faith, and he smiles, because he and his brother had given each other massive headaches at the time. "No chance of anything somewhat like that, ah?"

Not something he expects either, and his smile turns wry, expression tired.

"What's next for this report?"