More Freelancer drama was essentially what she was saying, and he was used to it. They all were; it wasn't even a thing that phased them anymore as if it had been burned out of them by a million previous near-death experiences.. Besides, as important as that was, the actual vital section was glossed over.

We didn't find who we were looking for.

What the hell did that mean? Was someone impersonating Alpha? Was someone just fucking with them? Was he even alive?

"If we didn't find him, then who did we find?"

But wait, as if that wasn't enough, well, there was more, wasn't there? More surprises, more shockers, like this was the cliffhanger ending of a mid-season break. What he had gathered about Locus so far wasn't allowing him to be as shocked as he had been that Mr. Three-Word-Vocabulary would return, but Grif? Grif...who was being decidedly himself?

"Grif? Why the hell did he come back? I thought he hated us." Even if he knew fullstop it wasn't true. For all the bullshit he spewed, Grif hated them in the same way Church hated all of them: loudly but without absolute conviction.