There's evidence, and then there's evidence. I don't think you could decipher this one with a full team of Omni-Pol's best. There's a bit of foil sinking in the swamps of Artery Valley. A scrap of greased paper, probably caught in a tree, somewhere in Penumbra. Half of something.. I'm not even sure what it was, perhaps "Motor Oil Pecan Cream", there's always one like that.. smeared across a heckler in Elysium. And now, the last real piece of the puzzle, a small empty box. I carefully peel off the ribbon that runs across the lid, tuck it carefully into a small pouch with a rather battered dried rose, then toss the rest off the Brink to be shredded by the winds.
It's all much to fragmentary, too scattered to form a picture. And yet it does. He LIKES me.