"No. Should I?" The enforcer's sitting with arms crossed, watching the new metas with an almost bored expression on his face — except there's a kind of distant wariness too, a tension strung into his body as he waits for something to go wrong. It's been that kind of month.

The way this man is looking at him, though. It gives Luther pause. He's not usually the kind of figure you mix up with someone else; so his brow crinkles slightly in curiosity.

"We've never met."