Daud could have guessed Dameron as well, from the specificity of his message on the courier, but Shura? Hm. A surprise, in some ways, if only because she'd never seemed the nurturing type. Though the same could readily be said of Billie as well.

In the air, while Daud thinks it over, Mercy swoops and dives in lazy patterns, baiting the chubby little flying cat to follow but staying always just out of reach. At length, the tiefling sighs.

"And I'm sure there are more." Just ones he hasn't heard about, yet. He closes his eyes, taking another steadying drag, before he continues. "I wonder how long it will take them to start eating each other."