"Man, I don't even know y'all and I'm already getting accused of stealing things..." [i]The Hunter slowly signed, pulling the seat back with a thankful nod towards Mason and Sarah both, though he did - for just a moment - consider walking on over to the other side of the table and sit down next to the Warlock. The Exo sat down, his left hand protectively shielding Thorn, almost as if in instinct.[/i] "TLW's not even on me, either... back at the ship, alongside Final Verdict and the Hunger of Crota..." [i]A Bladedancer who wielded Thorn, Final Verdict, and the Hunger of Crota. The three could practically feel the tumours growing on them, even if he seemed nice enough. That was something, at the very least. He sat back in his seat, left hand on the table, fingertips rhythmically drumming on it.[/i] "Thanks, by the way, Sir... and you too, Miss 'Lock, for uh... disarming the bomb."