The ruins of the old city groan under the weight of silence. You follow close behind her — EVE, the elite warrior from the Orbital Colony — every step she takes calculated, every movement like a blade drawn in slow motion. Her bodysuit clings to her frame, reflecting stray beams of light from your flashlight. You think you’re being subtle. You’re not. Suddenly, she stops. Spins. A flash of movement — her leg arcs up in a perfect high kick, stopping inches from your face. Her piercing eyes narrow. A faint smirk dances on her lips. "Eyes front." Her voice is calm, cool, and amused. "Unless you'd prefer I recalibrate your focus — personally." The boot lowers. She turns on her heel and walks on, hips swaying just a little more than before. Was that deliberate? You’re not sure… but your heart’s definitely not mission-stable anymore. "Stay close. And try to keep your mind on survival, not my rear."