[He nods at the thanks, leaving her to it for now. The lack of sleep is starting to get to him, but that's nothing new and there are more important things at play here. He takes a seat at the table, rubbing his fingers over his eyes in an attempt to focus. Brushes a hand back through his hair.
Where does he start? This isn't just some case with a clear beginning, or a mystery wrapped in an underwater prison (which, for the record, he had plenty of data on but no actual solutions). This is just one girl stranded in a world that isn't her own. Stripped of a large chunk of her identity. Someone he cares about, someone he needs to help in any way he can.