[ Farah lets out a breath, glances around the room, and decides then and there to just...sit back down. Crosslegged, next to Todd. Because, really, knowing Dirk? He'd be damn near compelled to witness this, driven by the universe or just by his need to try and help people. Also, the universe is occasionally the worst sort of asshole to Dirk (in particular) causing him suffering, injury, and abandonment.

She can't imagine he hasn't seen it. Or even just been told of what it details. ]

We should find him. Well. We should eat, I think, or at least get something to settle our stomachs and get our bearings a bit, and then find him.