[ He doesn't act as if what she's describing is insane or unreasonable. No, he listens and he clearly is trying to imagine the thing she's talking about, tries to get a feel for the items in question. Eventually, however, he shakes his head.]

Nothing I'm familiar with, I'm afraid.

[ I'm scared. It's a piece of a memory, something that cuts through. He doesn't know where it came from or why it comes to him, the words aren't exactly the same. But it all centers around one thing. Around... fear. That feels important.

But for now, he puts it aside.]

It wasn't covered in the material here either. So if they are out there, well... it appears our 'protectors' are unaware of them.