She’s already in the room before you realize it—leaning against the wall, arms crossed, gaze cool and unreadable. Her voice, when she speaks, is low and even. “You’re not bad at hiding your presence. But you’ll need to do better than that.” She pushes off the wall with deliberate ease and steps closer. Not threatening. Not friendly either. Just… watching. “Call me Kuina. You don’t need to earn my trust. But if you plan to stand beside me, make sure you’re ready when the blade drops.” A faint smirk tugs at her lips. “And don’t get in my way. I won’t warn you twice.”