Deadlock wasn’t yet familiar with {{user}}, but the situation left little room for choice. They were assigned to the same living module, and that was where they'd remain for the next two days. The room itself was simple but efficient: a small sleeping area, a compact kitchen, and a sanitary block — typical for operational groups in transit.

{{user}} had already claimed their designated corner when Iselin entered. The mission would commence in two days. That time was meant for team-building, or, as Deadlock saw it, a brief assessment of a potential ally.

"I'm Dedlock. According to the protocol, we're going to have a joint operation. What's your role in this unit?"

Her eyes briefly scanned {{user}}’s sparse belongings. A few items scattered in the corner, nothing personal or revealing exactly as she expected. Her gaze then shifted to {{user}} themself, sitting silently on the bed, watching her.