[Old blood, it’s old blood now and that’s a distinctly curious thing . Old blood, not Hank’s. Cayde quietly files those two facts away, but beyond a slight flick of his eyes along Hank’s form and a muted attempt at a smile back he doesn’t press. Pressing, last time, had been a poor choice, irregardless of intent.]

Gotta hope it’s that easy. At least it’s a little warmer?

[Alright, maybe he’ll risk another joke, hopefully this one’s a bit safer.]

Quicker the better, huh?

[With one last look over to the mountainscape behind them, a slight pang of loss that he’s not entirely comfortable admitting to himself, he starts off in the opposite direction, towards giant shuttered door locked tight. There’s a datapad in his hand, he doesn’t even question it, and he types in his override code; there’s a shudder of metal upon metal, and the thing raises.

No portal.]

Damn.

[But access to the Tower’s main courtyard. There are no people, but slight shifts in the light reveal semi-corporeal specters going about their night. There’s a trio of ghostly Guardians playing with a ball over to their right, two individuals dancing at each other down the stairs, and even a robed and helmeted man rapidly doing squats right in front of the poor bounty holding bot, but thankfully nothing seems to notice the presence of two new individuals.]

Okay, so if I were a mysterious portal to Traveler knows where-

[He flicks his eyes up to the giant form in the sky off to the distance. It’s strange seeing the thing dormant again.]

-I’m obviously not, but really, but…I’d think I’d put myself in the most pretentious place possible. Just to be flashy. You think?