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Trevor nodded but didn't clarify for her exactly where or why. It was quite plain though that those sorts of questions were some of the ones flooding into her mind. He had long ago made it a practice to not offer up in answer more than was asked. "Sorta, yeah. She knows I'm alive and was out of the country."