It's all... a lot. It's a lot, and she's bristling with questions just as soon as he says 'don't ask questions'. She'd like to say it's unlike him, but they've done a lot of not-talking about things, and if the gauntlets were any indication-

Fuck. The gauntlets. The weight in the towel feels about right for something made of metal. This most of all is unsettling to Darcy, the secrecy might be par for the course but she still remembers how angry Skulduggery was at her so much as seeing them. Why change his mind now? She clenches her teeth and flexes the muscles in her jaw. Darcy had one thing going for her right now, and it was that he was asking for her help. She shoves the bag back at him.

"I'm not taking these if you're not telling me what happened. I- I don't even know where to fucking start with this. You managed to get away from the ship? Is that what you meant? How?"