"Adia sent you?" It's harder to hear Blaze coming when her tread is masked among the Nexus crowd, but the synthetic edge to her voice marks her out the moment she speaks up. She's stopped to take a curious look at this man; Ghost ventures cautiously above her shoulder to see for himself. "I thought she'd decided against sharing the word with her people."

She sounds quite relaxed, though her white armor is scuffed and scorched from recent battle, the nose of a rifle poking up from her back. She's replaced the embroidered mark that typically sits at her hip with the tattered, folded remains of a rather different piece of cloth. Pretty though it might have been once, it looks like she took it from a tomb, sticking out from the rest of her carefully-maintained gear.