Hot damn. [ Delta flickers into being over York's left shoulder, drooping from his usual military precise posture and York himself looks five kinds of wrecked. ] You are the genuine article, aren't you? Have to be. I mean- the layering on that thing? You had to be either some kinda UNSC scientist or a Smart AI. Which means I owe D a favor as well. My money was on scientist. His was on AI.

[ Delta gives a weary little wave. ]

Hello.