[The salute reminds him of another Refugee he's spoken with, which causes Prima's optics to narrow in scrutiny. He is not as adept at Solus in identifying minerals and metals, but he can discern a certain characteristic of the design...]

Deckard. Yes. A version of you was present, once before. You come from the same reality as McCrane, do you not?

[The glowing slits of his optics return to normal, and he bows his head.]

You are speaking with Prima. Come. [He gestures to a place next to him to look out the window. The light of his tower is bright, but it is still possible to see the lambda very clearly from where he is standing.] I want to show you something.