Scott listened to Cortana. It didn't matter who was saying it, someone who had been in the incident as they had been, or someone on the outside, it sounded strange and unreal either way. Time travel wasn't exactly something you heard about everyday, especially not from a Spartan leading a team on a mission.<br/><br/>As the Warthog overlooked the cliff side, the cesspool of Promethean creatures down below, Scott couldn't help but train his eyes on them, itching to take them out. They didn't need an army after them, not right now anyway.<br/><br/>"Does anybody ever expect that?" Scott asked at Alastor's comment, his smile evident in his voice. "Is that a thing that people expect?" He personally couldn't think of a single time anybody had told him anything of the sort, but it was an interesting, if not mildly amusing idea nonetheless.<br/><br/>He wasn't too sure how well the other Spartan would take to his attempted humor, but now knowing more about Alastor thanks to Lunamaria, he knew the Spartan wasn't going to drop him off a cliff, or abandon him anywhere for it...at least he hoped not.