Llewellyn wasn’t sure if Murphy was disappointed or just generally dealing with the whole ‘trauma’ of it all. By which, he meant low-key freaking out. Either way, he couldn’t blame the guy. Anything that wasn’t a rescue-team was likely disappointing in some way, even if it was good to find more survivors after what had happened.

So he rubbed the back of his neck lightly at the question, “Yeah, I’ve seen a couple people now? And one of them seen at least one other person before we split up to look for more. So that, uh— makes five of us. Only one of them was a guy though... Cassian was his name, I think.” 

And Cassian hadn’t looked like he was related to this guy at all, so aside from an adoption situation, he wasn’t sure that was who Murphy was looking for. Llewellyn could vaguely remember the other teen that had been sitting with Murphy, and that definitely hadn’t been Cassian.

On the note of seat neighbours... Llewellyn kind of wondered what happened to his own, he’d gotten to know her a little on the flight and she’d been pretty nice considering they were strangers and he was a nervous flyer. Shaking his head a little, as if to realign his train of thought, he added. “I’m Llewellyn, by the way... What’s your name?”