"Hm. Compromise..." the Titan mumbled to himself, though he was so close Aoba could hear. Small wonder, really. Every time he'd been the one to use the word it'd ended poorly. He was willing to let it go, though. To compromise.

"You go ahead and get your things and Ren from Mac's ship. I'll just warm something up to eat here and start a shower after. You're coded permissions for the Mariner so you can come back when it suits you," Declan nodded, reaching up and holding onto a strut with one hand, the other steadying Aoba as they jumped space. Millions and millions of miles in mere seconds with hardly more than the same wobbling sensation one got with the subway train moved and halted. One second they were drifting away from Venus, the next they were tilting through the Reef.