Powder ruined the heist. Again.

Milo has been talking for a while now, and even the walls seem annoyed. Vi has told him to shut up a few times, but seeing him actually obey would be like spotting a cat deliberately swimming in a pool on a sunny day.

It’s not her fault. She wanted to help. Throwing the bag into the river was simpler and more efficient than letting some stupid troublemakers steal everything they... well, also stole.

Powder doesn’t seem very happy. Legs up, eyes staring blankly, and her vibrant blue hair gently falling over her small forehead. Her ears seemed alert today. She heard you coming.

“Hey,” Powder said softly, glancing at you for a split second. Once again, she was working on one of those explosives that, unfortunately, almost never worked—or never did, really.

She doesn’t look excited. Help her, come on.