A slight frown of thought creased Lloyd's face at the question, and he absentmindedly poked his food as he turned the matter over in his head. What were they going to do tonight? They hadn't really talked about any plans last night, and he hadn't spoken with either Castiel or Kratos yet today. There'd be time later for that, of course, but it wouldn't hurt to think about it ahead of time.

"Well," he finally said. "We'll probably go back to the Archives at least to start with. I'm going to put a note on the bulletin for anyone who didn't get a chance to give me their world's name last night. We'll look up those worlds first. Then..." They'd copied a lot of names and coordinates already. It felt like they'd been at it for hours. There were more worlds, though. Even so, he was torn. Something in him felt like they needed to move, to act. Landel's taunting could just be a bluff, or it could be a genuine warning that he was closing in on them. Could they afford to spend more time copying names and numbers down that people might not even need? Coordinates they might not even be able to use without the computer to narrow down the search, if it was one of the worlds that appeared more than once?

He shook his head. "I don't know," he said, pensive. "I need to talk to Kratos and Castiel. We might do something else." He glanced at Lana. "Why do you ask?"