[ He tenses at that, too, because that's not a name he hears often- at least, not from anyone that's not York. Still, no AI. Just radio, nothing creeping in her head. One more hard look, and he lowers the gun, though his hand stays on it. ]
Alright. Where to?
[ He shouldn't trust her, not just like that, not without it making any sense, but he knows her, knows her from somewhere. His past, maybe? A soldier he's met? ]
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Alright. Where to?
[ He shouldn't trust her, not just like that, not without it making any sense, but he knows her, knows her from somewhere. His past, maybe? A soldier he's met? ]