"Hina." His fingers curled inwards slowly, and then uncurled and splayed. In as much as he could see with these limited senses of his, he wanted to see her and try and remember all of what she was telling him. She was Hina. Her brother was important to her. Important to him, too. Another thing that he needed.

Ankh darts back with a sudden motion, wrist swiveling and hand grasping at the air. "Where is he? Where's the detective?" He needed all of these important things, and he needed them now, right here in front of him.