"Like a contact?" He blinks, quirking a brow when Delta gives a smug little pulse that shifts quickly to something close to trepidation. The hell, D? It doesn't make much sense up till that name crops up and-

Blood on the armor, D reviewing some file and being viscerally pleased-

Taylor's eyes go wide and his skin pales as he takes a half step back, running a more critical gaze over Sam's armor. "Oh my god you killed him."