[There's no mistaking that voice, nor that face. Dist is unsure how to even approach this, all things considered. After a deep and heavy sigh, there's really no other course of action than to ask the boy's location. ...Hopefully Sync will trust him enough to tell him, though Dist isn't holding his breath.]

...Sync. [Yeah, the usual nonchalant greeting.] What is your location and state of health. We'll leave the detail explanation for later. I assume you understand.