[she can't help a faint smile at that tone. she moves to rejoin him] The stew should be just about done.

But... [she sighs, her worry--and her hopeless feelings--obvious in her expression] I don't see how knowing in advance would help us. We couldn't exactly stop it, could we? And Natsuo, did you... [she pauses, considering how to ask this] Have you spoken to the person who answers Nathan's CAT?