The silence was as much of an answer as he could have expected.
He continued to be as agreeable as he possibly could in body language alone. His mind was still reeling a bit. The tracking was a... reasonable precaution. Still a paranoid's nightmare, though. He didn't like it, but hey, if he was in trouble, they'd always know exactly where to fish him out of. He and Rep could definitely have used that in the cage. "Understood..."
As Caelius tidied up his filing system, Lucky's hands toyed nervously with the deactivated runic torch, like it was some kind of touch-based puzzle, or musical instrument played by being tapped against his ankle. His heart was still more or less in his throat. Was this really happening? It had to be, unless he was dead. And he didn't
feel dead. He
had become somewhat of an expert on that recently. He stared down at the souvenir in his hands trying to imagine talking to Sam after all that had just happened. "Oh, good. Marginal's a good word. I like marginal windows for that."
He was still as easily caught by surprise as ever, though. His gaze snapped back sharply.
"Huh?"