Something about the way he says of course stirs a faint echo, rings a distant bell.

It gets immediately shut away, into one of the innumerable locked chests in her mind, by the part of her that stands constant watch over the rest; the part that keeps her from even having to consciously think if I look any closer at that I will become useless for anything else.

"I think we should all stay together at this point, as much as we can," she says aloud, and presses Helena's hand, and puts her other hand on Phil's arm. "We've already been separated at least three ways -- do we want to try and go after any of the others?"