"Why should I?" he asked blandly, but genuinely curious. "If you came here as I did, you're in a confusing new place without reason. Dylan thrives off diplomacy, but some do not nor should be expected to react well when pursued by an unfamiliar and potentially hostile person affiliated with another military." Which, as far as he knew, it could be someone's Home Guard here.

Oddly, though, just that mention makes him more inclined to believe Harper because Dylan had the unfortunate habit of being pleased with things he should be disappointed by and vice versa. Maybe then he would be pushing his ship harder. Maybe then he would approve of the Treaty of Antares.

But with so many things uncertain, though... That sort of need for survival in a human High Guard officer. The lack of uniform. The incongruity that this very small person had every bit of the ego of Neitzschean in his approach to technology, the same sort of ambitious lust if towards the ship.

Harper probably wouldn't appreciate that assessment.

"Is there any other crew from the Andromeda here?"