[Chris nods and turns them towards the sand to make their way down the beach proper. The sound of the ocean would be a good backdrop for what he imagines is either going to be difficult or bad or crazy, depending. No one cut contact like that without good reason, certainly not Scott, if Chris' read on the man wasn't wildly wrong.]

I do...preferably the whole whatever it was, but I'll take the broad strokes if you'd rather spare the details for any reason. [There's a small pause, a thought coming to him that had cropped up after their brief talk before.] Did something happen in Tumenalia?

[Scott should have been crested, if the pattern he'd noticed held any weight...but still.]