Re: Marvel, SVS office→Staten Island: Louis D & Cris M
His initial rage at seeing Micah on the journals had cooled. It had faded enough for him to think through what it would mean to Sam if he started telling everyone she knew about what had happened to her, particularly when she seemed to so fear anyone riling him that she always, always told them to leave him be. He wasn't afraid to say what had happened, but he had respect for her privacy. It would mean even more to her now that he was here.
He couldn't hide a momentary scowl when Cris reminded him there was no way to know where the man was hiding. Micah could be in this door or one of a dozen others. They would be very lucky indeed if they found him, and if they did, it was likely to be because he was already in Marvel. A comforting thought.
He glanced over to Cris with an expression that was a little more difficult to read. "No," he said, reluctantly, slowly. "I don't know where she stays. I think almost no one does. She's - she hasn't been back in contact long." And it was her prerogative to keep that information to herself, however much it disquieted him, worried him, and stung, just a little. This wasn't about him. If that was what she wanted, it was up to her.
His gaze sharpened, then, and he looked up at Cris. "You know where she stays," he said, a neutral statement. Cris had met with her already, and so far as Louis knew she hadn't come to Marvel at all aside from her visit to the apartment. He thought about that for a moment, about the possibility she had told someone who as practically a stranger where she was living, but kept it a secret from family. "Considering how few people know where she is, it should keep her safe." He looked out the window again. They were nearing their destination - he could see the cordon line from here. "I imagine she prefers it that way."