[ And here he'd been hoping for more familiar Guardians of the Galaxy-shaped faces, but he supposes beggars couldn't be choosers in a situation like this one.

Not that he really remembers much about her though. He had been a little busy. ]

Oh, yeah! You're uh — the lady who's friends with the Captain guy. And the guy with the arm. [ A brief beat before he adds a little wistfully: ] Man, I really wanted that arm.

[ Anyway — ]

How're you doing?

[ A little former colleague small-talk before an altar of ashes — well, that's no big, right? ]