[ For a moment he feels an old flair of irritation at the look of sympathy before he gets a handle of it and shoves it down. Of course it's not the usual kind of pity Adam is used to, and really, he'd maybe feel the same for other people here if he weren't so caught up in worrying about his friends. ]

Yeah.

[ He scuffs his shoe through the dirt surrounding a vine and glances back at the mutt. It's now sat, slowly wagging it's tail. ]

Or it's not helping me in the way I need. It would be easier if it could tell me who else is part of this network.

[ Magnus' question makes him pause before he shakes his head. ] No, nothing. [ He doesn't even have a scrap of paper. ] Why? Would that have helped?