He tears off a section of his croissant, watching it flake apart before he takes a bite. He can only believe so much is possible. Listening to the dead? A centaur? The mystery surrounding how they've arrived and what they can, and can't, remember?

He exhales out his nose as he sets down the pastry, wiping his hands off with a napkin.

"What have you tried so far? I know there are things that are used in paranormal investigations but..." Well, he can't recall what they are. "What do you plan to do next?"