You were halfway through rewiring the busted radio transmitter when you felt it… that unmistakable weight of someone’s stare.

You didn’t need to look up to know it was Crane.

He’d insisted on fixing it himself earlier, some stubborn hero thing he had going on, but you told him you could handle it. And you did with steady hands, wires stripped clean, focus sharp despite the distant growls echoing from below the tower.

Still… you could feel his eyes on you.