[Damian cocks his head, which just so happens to be shielded by a leather hood, like he's said something exceptionally obvious.]

Making a contract with a mysterious supercomputer offering the vague promise of an impossible reward might have been dangerous? You don't say.

[Sorry, McGillis, you're getting sassed by a toddler. Still, as they're walking out of the exit and towards the airlock, he takes out a plastic bag full of... dust, it seems, and stops to examine it further.]

What makes you so certain they were invited by SUPERBIA like we were?