The Sentinels rot until the weeds are grown

When he spoke, it clicked, and recognition lit up her expression.  "You were that crazy chico with the neck thing.  Guess you got outta that then."  She smirked.  He definitely hadn't been top of his game at that time, though he seemed a sight more aware now.

"The fuck are you heading?"  She asked, and where his tone had been moderately aggressive, hers was extremely affable.  They weren't near enough Ironsea for her to worry, and their previous encounter made him interesting.