"Good assumption," Cayde confirms. He listens, teasing out little pieces to help orient where Ben lands in the good ol' flow of solar system history. The guy has to be pre-Collapse, and by a fair bit if he doesn't recognize an Exo.
This is going to be weird and awful, but at least nobody's going to be trying to plant extra secret control and surveillance systems in him. So runs the hope.
"Not to lack confidence here," he answers as they rattle along toward the requisite deck, "but that sounds like a good plan. Look. You just get my knee back where I need it and that'll solve at least half my problems."
He glances over one shoulder at one of the Jorgmund employees, considering if he needs to qualify this statement, but he recognizes what he sees there: Somebody doing their shitty job and pretending not to be a person to make it easier.
Cayde leaves that alone, and makes way for them to keep leading when he steps out of the elevator.
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This is going to be weird and awful, but at least nobody's going to be trying to plant extra secret control and surveillance systems in him. So runs the hope.
"Not to lack confidence here," he answers as they rattle along toward the requisite deck, "but that sounds like a good plan. Look. You just get my knee back where I need it and that'll solve at least half my problems."
He glances over one shoulder at one of the Jorgmund employees, considering if he needs to qualify this statement, but he recognizes what he sees there: Somebody doing their shitty job and pretending not to be a person to make it easier.
Cayde leaves that alone, and makes way for them to keep leading when he steps out of the elevator.