He doesn't say his name, but he'll never have to. Sara is certain that Rip's voice is another of the ones locked in her memory for the rest of her life: for good, and for bad. Story of her life, and all of those that stuck, wasn't it?

"Los Angeles, 2017." It's cool. Cooler after the freeze of her body at realizing it was Rip. "Again, somehow." That's frustrating, but even more frustrating is catching that slipped comment, familiar and confidential, only as it's coming out of her mouth. Like he didn't just kill his people, and she didn't just turn him in.

Which is probably why what comes next is: "Aren't you supposed to be in a dark, dank hole somewhere still?"