Corosa did stop pacing, but he was certainly no less anxious than before.

"I never got their names," he said. He didn't feel terribly stupid or guilty about that. He'd walked from a fight into an ocean and he did not think that he could be blamed for not pausing to ask for peoples' names. "One of them was... a grey girl, with horns."

He paused just to reflect on how incredibly sane he sounded. And he sighed.

"And the other was a dark-skinned woman, with..." Another pause, to recall. He hadn't paid attention. There'd been monsters to fight. "Blond hair, I think."

Both had been fairly unique-looking. He assumed it would not be hard to spot either.