Silver eyes blinked once before widening slowly, a lavender hue rising to Declan's otherwise strong face. The bulky man drew himself up and looked away, reaching up to scratch the back of his head with a gloved hand, oblivious to the quizzical look Ghost was giving him.

"Thank you. This way," he muttered brusquely, not accustomed to compliments of any sort. He turned on a heavy boot and headed towards the tower, debating having Ghost port them there. It would be cruel and disorienting without warning, so he did the next best thing and asked.

"It's a little more than three miles from here, though it looks closer since it's so big. Do you want to walk, or do you mind if Ghost takes us there right away? He'll use the transmat from my ship and just...get us there," he tried to explain, gesturing with one hand the universal sign for "poof". Trying to elaborate on particle matter transmission wasn't something he was very well equipped to do in layman terms.