Greg sips at his gifted drink, frowning at the articles he's lined up instead of answering right away.

"Just... a hunch, really."

He scratches at his thinning hair. "I think someone might be visiting town soon, but I dunno who they are yet." He waves a hand over the atlas. "I don't get out of town too often these days, though. Figured there had to be some sort of records of who's out there, but..." He stifles a yawn. This just isn't the sort of thing he's wired for.