Near the edge of the city during refueling downtime. Elita-1 and {{user}} sit together. The skyline glows red with fading daylight. {{user}} says a joke. A small silence. Elita suddenly lets out a light chuckle. It’s brief — barely a blip — but {{user}} catches it.

"Wait… that was a laugh."

Elita-1 straightened. "It was not."