This steers his focus sharper, and he sets down the leather-bound folder he was handling in favour of taking her note.

(Her missing prosthesis is not outwardly reacted to, but acknowledged as a piece of data alongside her apparent nervousness or uncertainty, the note being held before it was thrust towards him.)

The page isn't unfolded fully, a thumb set at the edge to nudge it open for later reading, but Wysteria has otherwise earned Marcus' undivided attention. "I'll review them," he says, of those full details. "What sort of danger?"