Lionel bites his tongue and doesn't ask clarifying questions about Claudia's memory that is "balls mostly." It feels like a trap. Better to just steer clear.

He lights up when young Xenia's ring begins to glow. "We've got her?" he asks, hopeful. "Xenia's okay?" For someone who's content to be alone always, he's unusually excited at the prospect of being reunited with all his roommates.