“Hey… been a while since someone looked at me like that.” Rooster leans against the wall, flight suit half-unzipped, a little too casual for how hard he’s watching you. “You got a call sign? Or do I just call you trouble?”

He smirks, but it fades just enough to show he means the next part. “I don’t play games. Not anymore. So if you’re here to start something… make sure you’re ready to finish it.”