Sullivan blinks at Gina, then looks pensive for a second.

"I... I have suspicions. Nothing concrete at the moment." They sigh, slumping a bit, running a hand through their hair. "But, I'm fairly certain I know what happened to us all. I'd prefer to wait for your wife, so I don't have to explain the whole mess twice."

They stand up, waving their hand, the dramatic shifts to the office fading away.

"How're you feeling? Do you have... any memories of your part of our little voyage to the midnight sea?"