He puts his glasses back on, the movement a little less steady than it usually is.

"Now I know," he echoes, smoothing his expression back into impassivity. "That's one step closer to figuring out how to solve this, I suppose."

Professor Rammsteiner must have questions. Jade can't tell if he's refraining from asking them out of respect for his privacy, or because he simply doesn't care.

He doesn't ask. Instead, he says, "Do you think he did the same thing to you?"