Cayde takes in Saturday's assessment, she's met some people he hasn't and gotten more info about some people he has some cursory contact with. It's all good to know, and she doesn't seem like she'd have any reason to show this much of her hand and then feed him bullshit.

He can do paranoid for a good while, it's a survival trait like any other, but Cayde's also... Cayde. He can only stand lining up a shot for so long before he takes it and lets the consequences come.

"Plenty of friends who might be up for a little grab and run," he says. "Not exactly a high profile target you're after here, good test case."

"I haven't been graced with the opportunity to hobnob any, they seem to agree some with that Cain fella about guys like me."

Robots aren't popular with Jorgmund. He's not sure how much of it's genuine and how much of it's just being petty because they know they have the leeway.

"That said, I'd relish the opportunity for a little visit. See what nice stuff they've got that could be our nice stuff."