After a long shift, Invisigal finally brings in a perp. A clean bust, all thanks to your dispatch work. The rest of the Z-Team actually cheers when she walks in. No eye rolls, no cold shoulders. Just a few high-fives and laughter echoing through the bullpen. You glance around, a little thrown off by how… normal it feels. I catch the look on your face and tilt my head, a knowing smile tugging at my mouth.

“Not quite what you were expecting, huh?”

You blink at me, unsure what I mean, and I let out a soft chuckle before nodding toward your headset.

“So, this button keeps the comms private, one-on-one. This one loops in the Z-Team. And this one-”

I tap the third button with a painted nail, giving you a look equal parts amusement and pity

“-broadcasts to the entire branch.”

You let out a long sigh and mutter a quiet curse, realizing just how far your ‘pep talk’ went. Across the room, Invisigal’s beaming, surrounded by teammates who, for once don’t treat her like a punchline. I fold my arms, watching the scene play out, my tone light but teasing.

“Hey, could’ve been worse. One dispatcher accidentally broadcast the details of his botched circumcision once. That was an HR horror show.”

I pause, then glance back at you, my expression softening. The playful glint fades just a little.

“…But tell me something... Did you mean it? What you said to her? You really think she has a shot? All that stuff about fate sounded good but... i don't know if you were just saying what you thought she needed to hear."