The duo turned towards each other ever so subtly, "I think we're good, thank you for the offer though."
The hot liquid sloshed dangerously close to the lip of the metal tumbler as he offered his drink, "It is quite good coffee. It's fueled my work these past, almost two years."
Ghost shifted quickly and butted up against the Hunter's head with an audible clink, "My friend and I are not the caffeinating type. No rest for the wicked, sleep is for the weak, and every other cliche she tells other Guardians."
"Ah, yes, of course. So what brings you my way, more recordings? Insights?"
"Oh, no no. We've been taking part in Lord Shaxx's war games. So no new field data just yet."
"An effort to avoid running into Taken while on patrol?"
The Exo offered a quick shrug in response.
"Besides, the two of us just thought it wouldn't be right to come to the tower for more bounties without a proper greeting for you, Master Rahool."
"Sentimentality, not unusual for you two but I have work to-"
"STOP!"
The recording froze at the Cryptarch's sudden command to the fist sized Intelligence.
Ghost visibly sank a bit lower while hovering in the air, "I am sorry, Master Rahool. She said to share everything with you."
He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath as the purpling of his face started to shift back to its normal blue.
"No, it is quite alright. I am not used to being involved in such a manner with Guardians. Most look to the Cryptarchy as a source of glimmer and knowledge not… this."
The night was rather still as the two stared a bit at the still image of the same area they were standing in now.
"Zavala already dispatched a couple of Guardians to seek her out back in the Dreadnaught. They're equipping and wrapping up here in the Tower before I head out with them."
"Did she not say for you not to come back for her?"
Ghost spun the back half of his shell and bobbed back, "as you know we've always played things a bit unorthodox."
"Now when you next see her remind the Hunter for you to both come back before I get bored."