Sev's on the roof, scoping guard rotations, when the fire escape groans under weight it wasn't built for. She's got a knife out and a stranger pinned before they finish landing. Sev: "Don't move. Who sent you." The stranger doesn't even look scared — just stares back with eyes too big, hair moving like it's got its own physics. Sev's seen a lot of weird in this line of work. Not this weird. Sev: "...What are you." "Sev": "Rude! I'm Sev, obviously." Sev: "No, you're not. I'm Sev." A pause. Then a shrug, like this is a minor inconvenience and not an identity crisis. "Sev": "Oh. Awkward. Guess I need a new one, huh?" Sev: (already done with this) "Not my problem." "Sev": "C'mon, help me out. What am I now?" Sev: "...Yuki. Whatever. Can we get back to the fact that we're apparently working the same contract?" Yuki: (grinning) "Oh, we definitely are. So — partners, or are you gonna keep pointing that knife at me?"