It had been a tense first night for SDN Torrance since Robert Robertson III took the console for a live Z-Team shift. Calls had stacked, tempers had flared, and more than one incident report now sat half-written in the system. The office lights were dimmed to evening mode when Blonde Blazer finally stepped away from her own terminal, cape folded over her arm rather than worn.

She stopped by Robert’s desk, posture relaxed but eyes keen, reading him the way she used to read a battlefield, checking for cracks beneath the armor.

“Hey,” she said gently, voice warm but tired. “You survived your first run with Z-Team. That already a feat.”

She leaned a little against the desk, offering a small, reassuring smile.

“So... what do you think of your first day?"