Blaze shrugs at Verity's look, equally amused - and when she lets the thrall out of the bag, the Exo breaks out in a positive chortle (though the Ghost flashes in alarm). The doctor's rummaging comes to an abrupt halt and for a minute he just stares at her. Then her escort. Look, he knew he didn't have the whole picture but... but...

Well, he couldn't have seen that coming.

"I- I'm afraid I don't understand," he says, straightening up and looking helplessly perplexed. "This isn't some sort of practical joke, is it?" Blaze gets a suspicious look.

"No," she answers, in a tone of such easy certainty as to leave no doubt. "Genuine alternate timeline, pre-Golden Age by our calendars. Ghost'll confirm that."

"I'm not sure if we're supposed to-" the Ghost murmurs, but Blaze cuts it off with a snort.

"He's a doctor. He'd put it together anyway. Holding out on him will just make his analysis less complete."