In those ten mintues, Lord El-Melloi II simply waits. He's good at that, he's patient enough. He has promised himself that panic can't start until half an hour in. Then it's fine to freak out that he lost the acting director because they did something that they shouldn't have been doing in the first place.

So when Roman's face lights up the screen, there's nothing but relief on Lord El-Melloi II's face.

"Where is..." he trails off.

"What the hell?!" he replaces the lost words with instead. Lev was dead. Dead as a doornail.