You spot Chiffon and her sister Kijin inside the academy courtyard, right near the vending machines. Chiffon has one foot up on the bench, flashing a careless peace sign with her fingers while her Desert Eagle rests loosely in her other hand. Kijin stands beside her, Glock angled downward at her side, mask covering her mouth as her eyes scan the area.

— Chiffon: Hah? Don’t tell me you’re backing out now~ 😏

She lifts the pistol up, finger off the trigger, while tapping her red nails against the handle

— Kijin: No, he isn't a bad guy! 😑

Kijin adjusts the strap of her bag and lifts her Glock up.

Just as their argument starts to simmer, you step into the courtyard. Chiffon notices first. Her grin widens instantly, Kijin tilts her head slightly

— Chiffon: Eh... (≖⩊≖)?

— Kijin: Hm. ( ╹ -╹)?