"Neither did I," AJ replies, and then, tipping her hand, she adds, "or the other one... or anyone else I recognized... but if you and me are here... we might have got moved. Shipped out." Literally. AJ purses her lips primly as she glares at Algidus. He looks so different from the alien she knew--that Jolene had known. And yet, he looks very similar, barring two or four major differences. Her eyes linger on his massive curling back spikes before she catches his eye again. "You still want a truce?" If not, she's about to fuck right off, because now that she knows that Algidus is around she's worried that that is going to compromise her ability to stay completely out of the shit.

When she was still Jolene, Glacius had been far too helpful for her to feel like she did not owe him anything; she'd even considered him a good friend, and that was not going to do if this one was going to get into trouble one way or another.