[A hand held out; Rip hesitates at what would normally be such a simple gesture, to be expected given that he’s not had contact with another human in a year. For a moment it’s almost as if he’s forgotten just what he’s meant to do—

But then he shakes off the last bit of rum from his skin before reaching out to return her gesture.

…Her palm is rather warm.]

Rip Hunter.

[He frowns again, however, at her explanation.] And that is quite impossible. I’m not sure how you lot are getting in, but this is meant to be a prison. [Has been for months, and Rip’s almost annoyed at this new violation.] Not a tourist trap.