Sara's facial features might be torn between wrinkling up, as he talks about putting himself through the whole of a ghost town, and smoothing out, as he talks about nothing biting back yet. Either way, Sara doesn't really trust it, and she likes even less while her own ship is completely on lockdown. It's too early. Too convenient. Too wrong. Too much like someone pulled things that people might need, while, also, pulling three or four dozens from everywhere else, too.

"Never heard of any Titans, but--" And this is a little shrewd because he's not in the slightest familiar. "--I did know someone named Arsenal once. Probably not the same person. Ours had a prevalence for a lot of red leather and putting arrows through things."


Among other things.