"I. U-um." Her hands automatically went to pick at her bread. She suppressed the urge and settled for holding on to it, perhaps a bit harder than she'd intended. It reminded her bizarrely of Masami constantly holding her teacup in Paradise. But obviously the two things weren't related.
Focus on the question. And so she did, nodding in response. "It's... something of a long story, but I'll try to keep it short: Mikio-san was one of the angels, or possibly a host to it--I still don't fully understand." But she fully intended to go back and find out, sometime soon. "We found his place in Paradise, and he had apparently bound the angel somehow. He needed Prometheus to be able to leave, and I... lent it to him. It's not lost, but I can't do anything without it, as far as I've been able to tell." There. A nice, complete response that answered the spoken questions and got around the (possibly extant only in Renju's own slightly paranoid imagination) unspoken ones.