"She can't, unfortunately. Meet me here, that is. At least not right now." He got the feeling that Zander wouldn't press for details, that he respected other people's privacy - which was good, because Graham wouldn't air Lenore's dirty laundry anyway. It was up to her to tell whomever she chose to about her particular condition, not up to her mentor.
Gratefully, he took the drink with a 'thanks, mate' (running into another from the motherland was always pleasant) and indulged in the first sip. It was good, well-made. He didn't have any complaints. "Information ought to be useful, at least," he said. "Mine comes in the way of seeing what books customers peruse - though their tastes may say some things, come to think of it."