"Have you met many other people?" He has not seen the train move, or anyone directly coming out of the train station. Granted, he hadn't given it more than a cursory glance when nearby. Perhaps that should be next on his list.

Another neatly filed folder full of nothing.

Camille pauses, back turned to Duo, and places his hand on the folder. His eyes close, brow furrowed. What he is doing is making use of a kindred skill taught to him long ago. Halim likened it to looking for an energy fingerprint. What it looks like he's doing is either silently gathering the last scraps of his patience for this exercise in futility, or maybe he momentarily zoned out.

But there are no fingerprints, energy or otherwise. There's nothing, actually, not even a whisper of the person or being that might have placed the folder in the file room to be found. The feeling is as blank as the paper.

Camille places the folder back in the file cabinet, and closes the drawer. He turns back to Duo, a puzzled frown on his countenance.