The Exo releases her Ghost with a motion of her hand, the dangerous end of her gun still settled on the Precursor's weak point. Blue lights flicker and shine from the Ghost as it scans the document. "It's...legitimate," the little thing declares, sounding surprised. It turns to regard the Vex, it's chassis spinning and clicking expressively. "Allies capable of traveling through time and across the gulfs of space. The possibilities are impressive." It warbles slightly, almost as if giving a nod of respect, before dematerializing. The Exo lowers her battered weapon and steps out into the open. "How are you designated?" she questions. Her tone might not be any warmer, but at least the "I'm-going-to-kill-you" tone has fallen away.