[He did see a few clues, yes. The fact that she cared enough t watch his hive for him, making his chest hurt more, their last meeting when she was returned to prison all the more fresh and painful in his mind. He pulls the strand of hair from the suit and goes off to find it's owner.]
[Sure enough, about an hour or so later he walks in and see her. He watches he paint a moment, admiring there detail and the motions of her hands before holding his own out.] I believe this belongs to you.