Mac snorted a soft laugh and rolled his Sparrow into cargo, letting his Ghost handle the rest, disappearing into the ship to tuck himself in for a quick rinse in the shower.

Declan didn't call, but he received the files and sent some quick ones of his own, himself crouched down behind a big marble block, rifle in hand, a glowing shield up around him, and one hand holding a thumb's up. Very busy, very much in a dangerous spot, but just fine and very pleased. Ghost returned a message of 'Everything is alright, Declan says he'll call you this evening before he heads back' and left it at that. By the time the correspondence was complete, Mac was wandering back out in fresh Warlock robes and combing his hair up into it's signature puff.

"What's he doin' do you know? He said he needs to go to Venus. We could fly around and see about joining him. I don't mind helping on his bounty mission or whatever if you're alright staying on the ship. He didn't specifically say we couldn't..."