Quiet attracts quiet. With Jericho being hardly the weapons expert some of the people at work were, it was best to move out of the way of most. The spectacle was sure something else, albeit a bit less spectacular than that big brouhaha against the Brotherhood had been. But then, that was something he'd been a part of. This was...well, he still wasn't sure.

Regardless of what he thought about all that time-travel nonsense, it was a great relief to find familiarity in that big room. He stopped a good few paces short of a conversation's distance – she was concentrating, he wasn't going to disturb her – and slid down to sit. It was a fair vantage point of everything else, too, so it he wasn't lacking in things to observe. Still, he glanced to his left curiously; he'd not known Raven very long, least of all at rest. Or...concentrated rest, as it were. What was she saying...?