Uranus. [ A beat. ] I'm not even joking I've tracked his signal and it pings off a little, tiny ass colony orbiting that planet like a sad little moon. There is fuck and all there, I've been there, I've lived there, it is awful.

[ So Vic being so damn strange kinda makes sense. Even if his ability to broadcast quite so far does not.

Of course that all gets tossed out the window the moment she leans in and has that look, that is a good look, it's one that has him leaning after her and-

Oh. Right. Weren't they running from people that want them dead? They were? oh GOODY!


Wait hold the phone who the fuck is she talking to? ]

We got company?