The voice is so familiar and out of place but he turns to look.

"Kavinsky," he asks incredulously. Out of everyone that Gansey wanted to run into, none of them were Joseph Kavinsky. His name always left a bitter taste in his mouth. Gansey didn't like Kavinsky, there was no air of mystery around that.

His eyes tick away from Kavinsky's face. No line running down his neck. The irony is nauseating.

"They would bring you back from the dead." Gansey's tone is flat. He waves at the o-ring dismissively. "Is Prokopenko not at your disposal?"