[His brow furrows, eyes narrowing as he checks the last few settings of the datapad, pausing just at the last screen before blinking away the focused study and resetting it with a simple press. It goes dark, and he touches it just so, until it has folded into the size of a credit card, thin and black and inert.]

I know every host aboard this station, and off.

[There's a distracted distance to his voice as he moves onto the next, once repeating the same examination again.]

My name is Prince. I am the guardian of this place, alongside Cathaway. It would be impossible for me not to know you.

[Not that he was overly familiar with him. The hosts who rescued them typically had some information for him, and Cathaway at times knew more, but he had only the barest sketch, of the person, of their world- sometimes patched by past hosts who came from similar places. Still, they were his responsibility. He knew their faces and the beating of their hearts, echoing on the Nesting deck.]