[He tucks that name away for later research on his own. Much as his preferred method of learning anything is asking questions about it direct, he recognizes the seriousness of Van's tone and knows not to press.]

You were going to eat a fennec? [He's between mock-scandalized and curious, though it's a wary curiosity indeed--asking too much about Van's time in the Hinterlands verges close to things they might be better off not talking about.] And it's just as well no one's tried to eat a kitten; how could I ever stay with the Inquisition if they countenanced kitten-eaters among their ranks.

They haven't tried to convert anyone, have they? Though I suppose they're a more practical lot than to evangelize in the middle of being marooned. [Eagerly, then,] Someone is exploring the ruins though, right? D'you know what sort of ruins they might be?