"Oh no. Sitting and chatting. Don't reckon I know how I'll survive that." Dan winks. "No nicknames it is, Miguel."

He clocks the nanosuit, although he doesn't really know what it is except that it looks like superhero stuff, which is far removed from Dan's world of rugged drifters and monsters in the wilderness and spirits caught between planes. At a certain point, tech becomes impenetrable to Dan, like sounds at too high a pitch for him to register.

"Did you arrive with that big batch of us a few weeks back? I been going on away missions, so I ain't been keeping track of who's coming or going as well as I'd like." He starts to flex and clench his hands now that they have some feeling back in them, but he keeps the rice pack smoldering in his lap.