She doesn't know him. But every troll who's come here-- save her younger, the Neophyte's, and mutant's, who all know each other-- had connection to someone or other somehow. He doesn't imagine the capitol throwing off that pattern now.

"The Neophyte, then? THE ORPHANER?" He eyes her carefully, watching for every twitch or change in expression. "...What of the Helmsman, or psiioniic?"