Ronan looked at the drones. They could just be like the dreams he made that weren't fully formed, weren't really people and couldn't just go on about their lives. But if he hadn't made them, how could he really tell?

Saturday was probably right though. They seemed to just... react. And if they turned into flowers they probably couldn't take back information either.

He turned back to Saturday and listened. His hand went to his wrist before he remembered there was no wristband to play with and then he just tried to remain still. The moment Saturday mentioned a magical vault of artifacts, his body language changed. His eyes turned sharper and he leaned in slightly, eager to hear more.

A vault like the artifacts both he and his father kept in the shed.

He was overcome by this need to just tell her about it. Even if he didn't really know her and she'd pissed him off. After just meeting Hennessy, someone like him who didn't just want to use him, it was cruel to end up here. He was just... alone again. He desparately wanted someone who could understand him.

That couldn't be Saturday.

"I'm listening. You can talk about him so I'm guessing you at least fixed some of the problem."