I am. [ Normally, he would wait to be questioned as to why he doesn't look familiar, but he feels a weariness hit him. ] From Expedition Zero.

[ He matches the raised eyebrows but the curve of his smile is friendlier, amused. Verso thinks he almost feels those emotions himself. ]

Well, there are worse people to be hit on than me. [ His eyebrows furrow. ] Can't think of any, though, but when I do -- [ He trails off, letting a warmer smile slide over his lips. ]

No. I'm not planning any of the sort.

[ He pats his shoulder. His expression shifts to something complicated but it fades away to his usual lopsided grin. ]

I was, however, thinking I should carry you. [ He tilts his head. ] It looks like you could use the help crossing over, anyway.