[harry sighs wistfully, thinking back to london which he misses very much in this moment. he may not have always agreed with the antiquated attitudes of the monarchy, but they were very good at playing the game of the people's favour. there's a reason they were adored and watched with anticipation worldwide. he loves his country, he's just not a fanatic about it.] Quite right. Which might imply she's running scared or absolutely has something to hide, in that case.

[he taps his chin thoughtfully, trying to mull it over. there's too many whisperings and not enough facts, and he knows they'll absolutely need to do some of their own footwork if they hope to stay abreast of the situation. he's got a promising lead of his own which he intends to pursue in the next evening or two, but for now:]

I can check in with the Madame. Been meaning to anyhow and I'll let you know what she thinks. She's a clever one--I'd trust her observations if there's anything amiss.

[he can't say much else considering how much eggsy's keeping him in the dark about his new side gig as a lab rat, and his own death. but he's got no reason to suspect anything is being kept from him at all, so he sits up and folds his hands, leaning in conspiratorially.]

Do you now.

Well done, Eggsy.

[his eyes are a mixture of hard but warm behind his glasses--focused completely on the matter at hand, but allowing some of that support and pride at his protégé leak through.]

Where are we headed, then?