Of course, the more squirmy and dodgy the kid gets, the more it seals the deal. Of course it's Marco -- man, there's no way it could be anyone else. She'd gotten to know him just well enough back on Sacrosanct to know, and she actually lets out a laugh.

"Christ, kiddo, it is you. I mean, yeah, you're younger, but -- " York stops herself, clears her throat a little, and her smile turns half-sheepish. "Hey, I'm sorry, Marco. Not trynna freak you out or anything, so don't look so ready to bolt, all right? But, uh -- we've met. Well, I've met you. Different you. Older. Back at the last death trap I was stuck in. Just took me a minute to recognize you, is all."