"Uh, you. Obviously not me. I'm top of the world, running off with Declan's little boyfriend. I'm a ho~mewre~cker!" Mac crowed in a sing-song voice before belting out an infectious laugh and reaching out to thump a fist into Aob'a shoulder.

"Nice to finally meet you in the flesh, huh? I was starting to think all Declan was talking about was some imaginary friend. I was gettin' real concerned, like maybe you were some holo that Ghost cooked up to keep big boy from going cuckoo. Glad to see you're not a blow-up doll. That'd be an awkward conversation!" the Warlock grinned, walking along and leading the way over to his ship. The Hildian Seeker was enormous compared to Declan's older model ships, fit for a small crew. Mac didn't show Aoba around, just had him leave his things in the cargo bay for the moment (it had a cargo bay), before turning right back out to head into the city.

"So you're gonna tell me you don't miss him? Liar."