[ If Arthur knew 76 had any knowledge of time travel, he'd be picking his brain for information. Just to understand the scope of how much they might be fucked.

Too bad that might be a conversation for a later time.

At the gesture, he closes the distance between them, head tilted to the side to hear better. ]

Worst case, three to five. Best case, a couple. [ He's silent for a beat, listening for the telltale clank of armor– he's not disappointed when it drifts over the sand. ] We have speed to our advantage, as well as stealth.

[ Because they aren't clanking around like a bunch of awkward robots. ] It'd make it easy to flank around the back.