Amos rubs at his jaw a little, a smirk appearing on his face. "I don't recall punching you," he replies, wondering exactly about how even that makes them. But then he shrugs, and holds his hand out to her.

She seems to be the kind of person you'd prefer on your side, and Amos is not quite as unhinged as he used to be.

"You're MCRN, aren't you?"