[When November doesn't push, it dawns on him slowly. Steadily. His eyes actually widening a fraction behind the disguise. There's a flare of gratitude -- something he doesn't bother hiding or putting away behind his walls.]

[Maybe he'll owe the man an explanation later. When the stakes aren't as high as they are.]

No way. The universe is endless -- there's always something more you want to see.

[That much he will say. With pride.] Sounds like this whole thing is going to be right up your alley, then.

They briefed you, right? [On the station, his mind adds. There's likely no harm in saying that much aloud. Since everyone here is on their own sort of mission.]