[Disappeared. It's like he thought-- these knives are all he has, now. The temporarily doesn't explain much to him, but neither is it going to help him get his weapons back, or tell him what to do here; it's irrelevant, and so he lets it pass.
The question is immediately enough to put him on edge, make him look at Art with sharp eyes, a tension in his entire frame. Common courtesy would dictate that he allow the man at least one question to ask him, something in return for the information he's provided-- but this particular question...
... well. It's all about how he reacts to the answer.]
If they were? [What will you do about it? There's an air of sadness around the man, something shaky and deflated, and yet he still won't count him out-- trust no one. His mission operative is clear on that one still, at the very least.]