[She takes a few steps back of her own, her stance taught and defensive.]

What do you mean, "not anymore"?

[Because few, very few, left Hyperion and lived. Let alone did such foolish things as continue to wear Hyperion brand clothing. But it's not just the vest, is it? Now standing at facing him fully Angel can see this guy is riddled with tech, and though she can only barely make out that iconic yellow in this light she can recognize the build of his arm, the port on his temple. The sight of it causing her to self consciously bring her hand up to her own.

Maybe he thinks he's free from Hyperions clutches since they're in another solar system? Too bad he's mistaken.]

You know the company contract you signed extends to intergalaictic and interdimentional travel, right? It's all in the fine print.