It dawns on Scar, the moment the words leave his mouth, that he is also implicating Envy by making such a supposition. He watches the bony homunculus (although, he supposes off to the side, there are two of those, now) through the corner of his eye, well used to being subtle in his observation. It helps that the object of such seems abruptly distracted.

He continues prepping his tea.

"I see," said in a steady rumble. It isn't an issue he's going to directly push. Callous to Envy's plight though Scar may be, this isn't a knife he would even seek, let alone twist. Not for any of them. Not again. He replaces the lid on his loose tea and carefully, intentionally, returns it to its shelf.

He stares down at the kettle, not even close to a boil, and for a beat, Scar is still. It doesn't last. He turns, just as deliberate, to peer down at Envy.

"How did you find her?"