[ Hunk notices the shock registering on her face. It'd be hard not to, since her jaw dropped, so as she composes herself he pushes a few quick buttons on his slate. Once she begins to speak, a wry little smile creeps onto his face amidst an intent gaze and the occasional nod. ]

Right, someone on the ship when we arrived had a similar idea. Was it Marshall Nevada, or someone else? [ Did she know who Sparks Nevada was? He'd find out soon enough. But he presents his slate to Ena once more, and that smirk is still there. ] Oh, also:

"I don't know about you, Hunk, but it is a slight relief knowing we might have been summoned here for a purpose, and not for naught." [ The smirk has turned into a full-on excited grin, like a parlor magician staring expectantly, begging for validation. Voice recording and playback were wonderful tools! ]