Childermass takes in a breath, letting it out slowly. It may take some time. If there is any strike to be held against her, it will not be as obvious as Gilbert Norrell would like for it to be. Much to his chagrin, Childermass is sure.

"And if I should discover something?" Childermass inquires, tilting his head at the other man, the look on his face almost bored, but mostly tired. Norrell has certainly been keeping him busy, as of late. "What then do you wish for me to do with said information?"