Bramen pulled out his own ghost and let it hover before him, the robot blinking its lens towards Dorian and the man's own ghost. "I'm set up to return to orbit as soon as you give the okay," he said, still wondering if the man was really paying attention. If these were the data banks they were after, there likely wasn't going to be too much else worth scouring here.

"And then once we're on the ship, we'll see just who really won that competition of ours."