[Cayde glances at the screens, a fair guess what she's up to, but it's not like Cayde can judge. The only difference between them is Ana actually has records to look at beyond scattered journals and flashes of old, buried memories.]

[Plus: He doesn't actually care. Not like it makes her any worse at what she does. She's one of the best, actually. Not as good as Cayde, obviously, but who is?]

Wanna head out to the moon? [He leans toward her, dropping his voice with a conspiratorial glint in his optics.] I hear there's a cache of Golden Age tech just waiting for a couple of gunslingers to, ah. Rescue it from a bunch of Fallen bandits.