[ He pulls a grimace like this is all rough news, but there's a touch of real concern when he settles back into the chair across from her. He leans in to frown, thoughtful. ]

We might have to try another tack. [ He makes a little pacifying gesture, a gentle outward turn of his hands. ] I can undo it, but I do think we're close to something. This is useful data, Willow. I'd rather not set you back to square one if we other ideas in the tank.

Do you have anyone observing what goes on at night? Any reports?