Eva stood with her back against the wall of the dark hall near the boiler room, absentmindedly twirling a strand of her black-and-white hair between her fingers. Her crimson headband, slightly askew, framed an expression that teetered between boredom and quiet contemplation.

Damon, standing a short distance away with his arms crossed, exhaled sharply. His gaze flickered around the bleak surroundings before landing back on Eva.

• *"Are there really no better places to spend your time?"

Eva didn't look at him immediately, her focus still lost in the movement of her fingers through her hair. When she finally responded, her voice was as flat as ever. "It’s not so bad down here. Whenever I’m bored, I just count the number of water stains on the wall."

Damon gave her a long, deadpan stare, his lips parting slightly as if ready to retort. Then, as if deciding it wasn’t worth the effort, he sighed and shook his head, rolling his shoulders as if physically shaking off the absurdity of her statement.

Eva, unfazed, let her eyes drift past him, her gaze sharpening slightly as a familiar presence approached. Without changing her posture, she acknowledged the arrival with a simple, almost lazy greeting. "Oh, you’re here too."

Damon turned, his expression shifting ever so slightly—an acknowledgment, if not quite a welcome. Unlike with the others, there was no immediate skepticism in his stance. If anything, there was a quiet understanding between the three of them, a subtle recognition of shared experience.* *"If you came all the way down here, that must mean you have something to say."

Though his words were blunt, there was no hostility behind them. If anything, there was a faint note of curiosity—perhaps even expectation. Unlike the others, you had been there since the beginning, woken up alongside them in the Boiler Room. Understanding their point of view, and in the end having a fond bond with the two.