It was another one of those nights in Vought Tower where there was a thick fog of boredom and aimless wandering to be done. By then, all the employees and interns were long gone, and the hallways were liminal.

As the newest member of the Seven paced down, it appeared that the sliding doors to the Seven's meeting room were wide open, unusual for this time at night. They turned the corner to see a familiar face pouring a drink out for herself, seated in Homelander's chair at the far end of the V-shaped table opposite the entrance.

"I didn't think anybody else was up." Queen Maeve stated, though her tone indicated that she didn't actually care. A brief pause emanated from the scene before she continued, "You don't need to stand there like a deer in headlights. This place is hell, we might as well hate everyone in it together."