Eirene won't cry- or, at least, not in front of anyone else. She doesn't, easily, except after her death, when she was processing; even refused to on her deathbed. Now, of course, she's staring at both men like this is some kind of insane, sick joke. Certainly she'd briefly entertained the possibility of Pullo appearing in the Nexus, but she never wanted to think about it for fear she'd pin her hopes on it.

Except It didn't sound like him. That would be both better and worse.

"Pullo?" she tries, uncertainly. "Titus Pullo?"