[It sounds like some fantasy character to him. Like something from an old draft of King of the Bracelets or something. But Pidge moves on.]

[Pidge moves on, and a giant metal bird pops up. Pecking idly at Shiro's right arm as he reaches up to smooth his other hand over the pointy face. Not even a little concerned.]

It would probably be best if you did. I... didn't really get too much of a chance to quiz either of them.

I was too busy pinching myself. [Especially when Matt Holt waltzed back into their lives again.]