"All right, Ben," the Exo nods before scowling a bit at the assumption. Then he laughs.

"The name's Cayde. I'm one of this ship's small crew," he says as he gives his gun a once over and then sets it down on the bed. He steps around it, hooking his thumbs in his belt as he looks the robed stranger over, walking so smoothly he could have been flesh and blood beneath that Hunter gear.

"You new around here? Silly question, 'course you are."