A low whistle, because what else is he supposed to say to that? Six years. So she's up there with Wash, if his gossip-gathered timeline is to be believed.

"We're just from all over the place, huh," he muses, half to himself, inspecting one of the weight machines curiously. New powers, new name, new team, new headquarters - though he'd pretty much reconciled himself to that last two when the MoI crashed. "And all on the side of the angels, apparently."