While Reynard isn't usually the type to be fond of technology, there are some things he comes around on. Eventually. Any source of music has an advantage, which is why he's sitting back, arms folded and hat tipped over his eyes while he waits for an MP3 player to recharge. He assumes that's what it's doing. He plugged it in and all of that.

When the terminal plings at him he assumes it's to do with his device. Instead he finds a question waiting for him once he sets his hat aside. He crooks an eyebrow and then stretches his arms. Prepare for the slowest typing in typing history.

One index finger poke at a time, he responds:

Ask around. Or check spots that you know they like. Failing that, there must be someone here who makes a business out of finding people.

But people change. Sometimes your memories of them are better than reconnecting.