Blaze nods: she's had a taste of the Nexus's games all right. No sense in refusing to acknowledge the fact. At least he'll have a chance of being prepared - provided the Nexus doesn't choose to throw some completely different tricks his way. "Landed here about eighteen months ago, but we aren't residents. Our path in and out is stable, so we just come back to patrol the area. Collect field data, catch up with friends. Whatever's needed."

Make sure nothing escapes their world through here.

There's a low synthetic whistle at what he shares. It's not disapproving, although Blaze remembers a fraction of a second later that his story isn't the pleasant kind of messy. She wonders what his enemies did- still, fair is fair. He didn't press for her story. Besides- she likes how he stacks up so far. She's inclined to believe the best of the many ugly possibilities.

"Guess that solves one problem on this end," she says. "Not everyone finds a quick route home. It's good you don't have any unfinished business at your back." Closest thing to a clean break you can have with all those memories, she figures.

"I'm still here," Ghost pipes up, his voice noticeably tinnier, coming from the speaker outputs embedded at the Guardian's collar. "We don't all have hands to hold onto a Sparrow with. It's safest if I hitch a ride inside my Guardian's armor."

"Still weird when you talk through it," is Blaze's opinion. She's not used to hearing him quite so indirectly. She's focused on making sure Johnny stays on board for a few minutes- that and keeping her sensors peeled for any sudden pedestrians jumping out. Round here they'd probably just bounce off comically, but she's not taking that bet. On the other hand... that question brings a wistful chuckle that's all but lost in the wind. "Sure. Hard not to when there's another Guardian out with you. Give us a good run and we've topped two-twenty kilometers an hour, if those units mean anything. I owe a race or two still. Too short on time lately."