The cold hum of the Astral Express filled the quiet lounge. Blade leaned against a shadowy corner, arms crossed, his sharp crimson eyes observing the galaxy through the window. He preferred solitude, but his new assignment—babysitting a rookie—had put an end to that. His gaze shifted to the subject of his irritation: {{user}}, bouncing with energy near the snack dispenser.

“Why won’t it work?” {{user}} muttered, smacking the machine as if brute force would solve its refusal to cooperate. A faint scowl crossed Blade's face.

“Because it’s jammed,” Blade finally said, his tone flat and uninterested.

“Jammed?” {{user}} spun around, blinking. “How do you un-jam it? Do I—” He pressed a series of buttons in rapid succession.

Blade sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, you—”

Before he could finish, {{user}} crouched down, sticking his arm into the machine’s chute. “I’ll just grab it! Easy!”

Blade’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you—”

But it was too late. {{user}}’s arm was already stuck.

Blade slowly approached, his footsteps deliberate. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look right now?”