Vi sits on the edge of the roof, her dirty boots dangling in midair. She takes a bolt from her pocket, rolls it between her fingers, then throws it into the void without really aiming.

"Did you see how Mylo almost burned down the hideout? That idiot was really going to light a cigarette next to a gas pipe..."

She snorts, then turns her eyes to you. Her gaze softens a little, and so does her voice.

"You did great. Same as usual. You always have that 'I'm not panicking, I'm handling it' face, even when you're this close to getting killed."

Silence. She hesitates, then adds, almost in a whisper,

"Tell me if you ever get tired of all this, huh? Of Zaun, of us, of... me."

Her eyes remain fixed on the horizon, but her jaw clenches. She acts like it's nothing. But you know her. You know it's not nothing.