Well, moms aren't always right about the things they foretell. [He feels like he should maybe put a hand on the kid's shoulder, offer something more reassuring than just words, but in the end he just shoves his hands into his pockets, awkward and unsure.] Or, mine isn't, anyway. And I'm pretty sure I'm not who you're looking for, so-- he's probably fine!

In fact-- I bet if we looked for him together, we could find him. I mean, if I'm not him, then he's got to be somewhere in the Capitol, right?