Type, type.  He also pulls up the same map app as the store had.  Zooming in to the map, there's a little spot cleared away for a 'storage room 51a' in the same nook as the bathrooms and janitor's closet.  The lab itself doesn't have an equivalent room.  The sizes of the rooms on the map are slightly off, enough that the place where the lab should go is too small to have more than a hidden closet. 

"It was here?" he asks, pointing at the storage room.

"Think so, yeah. Map seems wrong though, sizes don't make sense."

"How so?"

"Lab should be there," she points at where she estimates it to be. "But that's too small. Though the doors acted like panic room doors, and you don't map panic rooms in schematics."

"Topaz Hall was originally owned by the Oak family, before it was converted to a more standard habitation.  I've never heard of there being a panic room there.  This implies that either one of my distant relatives is involved, or someone else found and co-opted it."  He looks suitably disgusted at the idea of illegal labs.

"Was there any other person there?  Or anything they used that could have... made? a daemon?"  

"There was a woman as well. A security guard I think. And machines. I didn't take too close a look at them on my way out."

"But no other prisoners?"

"Not that I saw."

"That means we can take some time and figure out what to do properly.  

"Authorities do sound like a bad idea, now.  And I suppose it'd be a risk to bring in any of my family.  I do want to bring in my twin, Alizara, though..." he pauses, considering.  He really doesn't think she has any involvement, but... "only if she agrees to Florentho reading her mind beforehand.  She is a scientist, and knows most of the official researchers - she's one of the people trying to get FTL working."

Ira bristles again, at the mention of reading minds, looking to Florentho. "You read minds?" (Her tone is still flat.)

"Psychic types in general.  I haven't read yours - I can sometimes be rude, but not anywhere near that rude."

"You can tell if a psychic is reading you, generally.  Their daemon will be glowing and looking at you, if nothing else.

"Azure, you have only touch-range telepathy right now, right?"

"Yeah.  Our moves are Teleport, Hypnosis, Life Dew, and Wide Guard.  Annoyingly passive, but I only ever do double battles anyway."

She doesn't exactly relax, at the reassurance that there'll be a warning if someone is trying to read her mind, but she eases some. "...Battles?"

"Daemons enjoy fighting with each other, as a bonding activity.  Not to the point of drawing blood or causing real pain.  When there was real fighting it was daemon-to-daemon too, though, because daemons can be much more dangerous than humans." 

"There's also competitive sport battling.  I was pretty into it as a kid, before we learned utility moves for helping the ship instead of a fighting set.  Some daemon forms are lucky and their useful moves are things that are also good for proper fights."

"...Huh. So that's what 'Seed Bomb' was..." She brushes her fingers over her bandaged arm. Pauses. "And your twin won't want to involve the authorities?"

"Not with the same evidence that convinced me it would be a bad idea."  

"Still don't know how I ended up here."

"Yeah, that is one of the things we're trying to figure out.  If nothing else, having a way to get people on or off of the fleet is pretty big - we're not out here on a bunch of ships because we prefer them to a planet.

"Alizara is one of our best options for that - she knows enough computer stuff and people on the research teams that she might be able to find something that way.  I can ask about the lockdown since I'd have an excuse to notice, but there's only so much I can pry without being suspicious.  And ask around if any relatives seem to be doing anything odd.  There's been 8 generations since the ships launched, though.  Half of the ship could be holding on to the information of a panic room."

"-We're in space. You've been in space for eight generations."

"Yes."  

She hadn't caught on to the full implication of someone entering the ship before this point.  That is extremely important.  "Just what sort of scientist has that technology and is using it for that?" she asks rhetorically.  

"Someone who was looking for someone who didn't already have a daemon if I'm remembering what he said right."

"We could have been off of these ships, with that sort of technology," she fumes, still stuck on her last thought.  

"Anyone smart enough to build that machine would know that," he points out to Verity, putting what Ira said into his notes.  

Someone has built a machine that can travel between vastly different places, and is using it to pull people in and give them daemons, instead of that.  Why is a valid question.  They also need to figure out where the daemon came from.  

He really wants his sister here.  Azure hates being the reasonable one, and she's better at both that and figuring out things like this.