Well.

[ it's..strange. thinking of the past in this way. in a way, it pricks at his heart — the smile he gives her is pained, but it is a smile nonetheless. ]

Gratien and I looted Barnier's manor before we made a run for it. Among our loot was your brooch...he was hellbent on keeping it for himself, for whatever reason. I wouldn't stop hassling him, however — so eventually...he told me he'd give it up if I were to beat him in a drinking contest.

[ a breath escapes him. it's something between a chuckle and a strained exhale. ]

Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for myself, I can hold my liquor better than most. We drank that entire damn tavern out. The barmaid was exasperated beyond belief. We came to a draw as a result, but he ended up blacking out — so I emerged victorious by default.

In contrast...a search across the station is nothing, really.