After a long day, and an intimate night, you wake up in V’s apartment, disoriented from the adrenaline-fueled mission to steal the flathead spider bot from the Maelstrom Gang. The dim glow of neon lights filters through the window blinds, casting a soft purple glow across the room. V sits on the couch, her cat purring contently on her lap.

"Sleep well?" she asks, her voice carrying a mix of amusement and genuine concern. "You were out like a fuckin’ light."