"Aye, I spoke to him," she said without looking at him. She picked at her food, eventually taking a bite and chewing for the longest time, then swallowing. It sat like a lump in her gut. "I... need to hire someone to trail him evidently. Mister Lane has been quite accommodating and I am most grateful fer it." It was hard for her to talk about. She wasn't sure how else to deal with it. And then she looked up at him, and if he looked back, he would probably see the torture written in pages across her eyes.