At least she had a few names. Reginald would wager at the time he left that answer would have been 'no, no one.' Not that he could fault her for it.
"Get them, please," he said. His tone was firm, but kind. "Just Owen and Oliver would be fine, or the whole group if you like. This is not necessarily a matter of security, I don't think -- so it matters not. I can wait a while if need be, but, I must get it out tonight. For my own comfort." He tried not to look impatient -- and even managed a smile. He felt impatient, he wanted it out now, but the more he thought about it, the more he thought he was closer to the truth. They weren't going to punish him for telling, but not telling would certainly come back to haunt him. "You can bring the dog. Perhaps we could eat something first. I would like to catch up at length, and perhaps it will help fill in some blanks for my story to come."