Okay, so "unbridled joy at someone else's agonising defeat" is probably not Ulysses' best look, but in his defence, there's no malice here, no schadenfreude. He's just really psyched. ( I didn't say it was a good defence. ) Beaming, his hands wander up to find Kenzie's and he leans backwards into her hug. Presses his cheek flush against hers. Exhilaration, it seems, leaves him not just unrestrained, but like, way too touchy-feely. I'm sorry. Feel free to pull away from this mess at any time.

"Hello Lazarus," he replies, in what is technically both a greeting and agreement. "We s— oh shit!" Ulysses ducks out from under Kenzie's arms, spinning around to face her. His fingers somehow manage to stay entwined with hers. "We're mortal enemies now. Get ready."