"I don't know," he admits reluctantly. He's distracted - dangerously distracted - and so, without thinking, he starts, "This isn't exactly my - " Time period, he was about to admit; he clamps his teeth shut on it. Miles wheedled an oath out of him that he'd make no allusions to time travel; By might think this prohibition stupid, but, well...one's word is one's word.

"In any case. I - don't know, but I can find out." He rubs at his forehead a moment, then sighs - "Give me...fifteen minutes. I'll speak with my contacts. And then we'll meet up at the entrance to camp. Agreed?"