[She tilts her head, wondering what kind of material that could be (but no, not something like Escudo, she's sure).]

That sounds a bit like what the man in black was saying about anchors. You each have one. A 'someone', actually... [ She trails off, shaking her head slightly.] I don't know how it works, of course, but I assume that if we could have helped to protect your anchor or flush out the man in black's, that you would have told us about it.

So what keeps us here, and how can we safely break from it?