Either Saint or his Ghost may have already noticed the occasional ping on the comms from a nearby Vanguard-issue patrol beacon. Even if the conversation with the locals has distracted them, the new arrival has certainly been noticed. There are many pairs of eyes watching the Nexus these days. That said, a new Guardian in town isn't an emergency, as such, and it took a little while before Blaze could drop back in from patrol. She heads right for where her Hunter friend said to look, and she's in time to catch a question being asked.

"Far as it takes me. Couldn't do any less." Her helm is held loose in one hand as she approaches, a doubtless familiar mark draped from her belt. Her golden optics flit over the newcomer with appraisal- and then amusement.

"Hey, nice outfit! You look exactly like that statue of Saint back in the halls." She wouldn't go that far, herself, but you've got to respect that dedication to a tribute. The Exo Titan gives him a friendly salute by way of greeting. Her tone is good-natured, teasing: "Fan of his, huh?"

Beside her shoulder, her Ghost twitches his points uncertainly. "Uh, Blaze...?""