Colle waits for some time after that initial tense conversation before she feels it's safe to poke her head into the records room. Inric has gone, presumably to one of the inner rooms, and Yllianvarar is staring morosely at pieces of paper scattered over the table in front of him.
"How is your research going?" she asks.
"Not very well." He looks grateful for the interruption.
"What is it about?"
"I'm looking for information about my father." Then he looks away. "About his death."
In the next room, Inric closes his eyes and tips his head back against the wall.