( he chuckles, eyes dropping down as he regards the same women from his peripheral. )

Patience to every hunter.

( well fed as these ones might be, or absent in minds beyond glossy, smiling visages. Rosemary is an exception; he feels that keenly, but to what end? )

Mah, you say all these names, and now I'll feel obliged to try and remember them. Do you think we're really in any of those places? Isolated arrays and realms, can't they be anywhere?