If the Scarab knew--and it did, it always knew--that someone familiar was approaching, it didn't so much as beep a warning. Despite all the things that had happened--the fight with the Reach, the hard reboot in the City, the influence of Desire...Khaji Da was still just as, if not more intuitive to Jaime's moods than ever. Whether it decided that alerting him was a good or bad idea, or perhaps it thought that a little company would cheer its mopey host body up, it stayed silent, observing in its own way as Jaime had to come to regard the pair of shoes next to him and the body hovering overhead. He squinted into the daylight as he looked up, not sure of who he was seeing right away until that rake of hair registered and--

Oh.

"Oh--" His throat was dry; he coughed to clear it, leaning back and tilting his head to get a better look. "Hey, man."