Mason glanced up from his daydreaming, looking directly at Sam. His ocular implants completed its facial scan in a matter of nanoseconds, cross-referencing the operative with the database he had access to. "In a place where you have Guardians, Jedi, supersoldiers and everything in between, we take anything." Levitating drones deployed from their stations and gently grabbed the bloody suit with magnetic fields. He limped over to Sam and offered his free hand to the Valravyn agent. "Mason Cartier." Without word, he lowered his voice to a low whisper. "When kings die..." The standard Valravyn confirmation. One began their signature address, the other finished it.