A huff, almost laughter— and then he remembers Tony's new here and nothing is obvious, and dread drops ice down his spine. This is going to fall to him to tell?

Still clinging onto the barest edge of hope that he's misunderstood the scope of the question, that it's really as small as the mark that he bears and not indicative of an ignorance about everything it means, he asks a faux-casual: "You haven't found yours yet?"