[ Matt was about to say something about kairos, the gods' time. Not linear or even strictly measurable, it's more like the moment in which an arrow can be loosed with enough force and precision to penetrate its target. But his new companion's remark about conveniently absent records totally distracts him. ]

Huh, [ he says, with feeling. He's about to add something else, but then he realizes they're just sort of standing around at the scene of his near-murder. ] Hey ... do you want to find someplace to sit that isn't-- [ He gestures towards the surface of the pool, currently placid. ] And maybe exchange notes? I don't have a lot of data to offer, but at least I've got fresh eyes and ears.