...that was not quite the reaction he'd expected, but it suggested that the Refugee was still possessive of their mind. Or...part of it.

Vector Prime blinked.

Well...

"My aim is not something to be questioned," he said slowly, frowning. "Your destination, however..."

This close to the Badlands, his wings itched. They subtly twitched on his back as he cast a brief glance behind him towards the dark area, then back to the small - tiny, really - creature before him.

"You must return to the Haven. It is not safe for you here."