Another point to painstakingly tug out and put on his mental list: a station, and not a ship. Alright; that's something, and he remembers with perfect clarity the look on the other Lyctor's face as she sighed wistfully about the Emperor loitering 'beyond the system,' outside the demesne of Dominicus, and he wonders if that's where it is.

It doesn't matter. Not really. Only to his curiosity.

"I don't," is what he says about the tea, and then, "Are you really picking on her word choice?"

Give him a moment to down the rest of the cold tea, for the hell of it, and as he leans over to put the cup down on whatever passes for a side table in here, "What's the next question?"