[Damien puts a hand to his thigh, as Akechi shows of his watch, reaching for his phone without really committing to it. he knows it won't work, it's just sort of force of habit when someone starts talking about the time, the clock there what he uses in lieu of a watch. either way, after a moment, he sets to drumming his fingers against his leg, absently.]

[a pause follows, a heavy sigh, and then:] It's frustrating, how little we have in terms of information. Water, water, everywhere, but not a drop to drink and all that. [they have all the speculation in the world, all the theories, but not a single concrete clue. it'd be nice if the universe would throw them a fucking bone]