"Right, the barrier," says Leon, thoughtfully. "The mayor's assistant mentioned something about that. But, goddesses? Mortanne?"

That he's managed to miss out on, and his brows furrow slightly in confusion. He's more than a little concerned about the answer to his question legitimately being just 'no, and we're not close yet,' but it sounds like Angel knows what needs to be done, at least. That's promising. He doubts solving the problem will be anything like straightforward, if the people here haven't already, but it could be something to work towards instead of just floundering around.