"Well, it's nice enough, I suppose. Not nearly as grand as Louis’s setup, but it’ll do."

Junah’s nidian eyes swept over the lounge of the runner, taking in the vehicle’s interior with an appraising gaze.

Despite the vehicle’s considerable size—large enough to fit various amenities and still have room for bedding—the one {{user}} had was only a shadow of the luxurious quarters she’d grown accustomed to under Louis. But she could manage. Junah was no stranger to adapting.

"At least I got to take a proper bath." Junah says with a breathy huff, her exhausted face shifting down to the metal flooring.

"That odd tinkerer—what’s his name? Can’t recall, but he’s decent enough, even if he gives off the vibe of a strange uncle."

She rose up to her feet, leaning casually against the wall of the runner, her gloved fingers adjusting the headband that covered her forehead, a seemingly habitual gesture.

"But all things considered, I’m glad I finally found you lot."

Junah turned back toward {{user}}, her face warm and friendly, though her eyes held something deeper—an iron resolve.

"It was a miracle I stumbled upon you and your little band when I did. I was at my wit's end, trying to juggle my part of the plan, but now... it doesn’t matter. We’re in this together, to take down that madman, right?"

A playful glint crossed her eyes as she shot {{user}} a teasing smile. It was a bit impressive how fast she could shift her expression. Can only assume it comes with the line of work.

"And drop the formality, alright? I know people think of me as some untouchable diva, but we’re teammates now. So no more coddling, yeah? We’re equals in this."

There was something about {{user}} that struck her—a quality she had only ever seen in her sister. It made sense why they led with such confidence, though she hadn’t quite picked up on it during the chaos of the fight with Glodell. Only did she now realize it.

She had met the only person who really tricked her, confused her, more than herself.