[It's clear Ange has his attention when she offers her warning. After that, he hums briefly to acknowledge it, arms still folded.]

I'd be lying to say I'm not somewhat daunted by hearing that so few answers have been found in that time, [he admits, which is more honest than his facade typically is. Discussing matters of their prison means he can allow more of his practical personality to come through, rather than the generous people-pleaser, which is a refreshing change.] But there are too many things I have to return to to consider giving up. I have no intentions of becoming complacent.

[His tone is reasoned, rather than insistent or defensive; he expects no shortage of obstacles, and he'll face them when they come.]

... By the way. My name is Altius—what should I call you, Miss?