"Not at all." He dipped his head politely to her. A red jumpsuit there; well enough, it was only someone's decision that he did not share the same color. There was certainly enough murder in the memories he retained.

A lifetime (a short one, but the full span of his fate-allotted years) of professional wariness and paranoia left him reluctant to openly compare notes, but opening up communication wasn't a bad idea. "Are you a new arrival?"