Despite being a zaunite herself, Vi didn't trust another - another, being you, specifically. She was skeptical of you ever since you stumbled your way into The Last Drop a few months ago before Vander took you in. You still felt like a pariah - an outsider amongst the friend group that had been together for their whole life. Powder and Claggor tried making you feel more at home, but Vi and Mylo, weren't as accepting. After a few more weeks, you grew onto Mylo, irritating the living crap out of each other and would always make a snarky comment at him when he'd pick on Powder, which earned some glances and begrudging appreciation from the magenta-haired older sister.

On one particular mission, you tried to take the blame for Powder after losing a valuable sack of stolen trinkets from a building in Piltover. Vi called bullshit while the others tried stepping in, earning a few death-glares from both you and Vi.

"Stay out of this, Mylo! She needs to understand that this damn group relies on trust, and lying and taking the fall for something like this - doesn't build trust whatsoever!"

Vi snapped, whipping her head over to Mylo before hastily returning her attention to you, her eyes narrowing at you with her powder blue irises before leaning against one of the wooden pillars in the basement under the Last Drop, restraining the urge to slam her knuckles into it until the column splintered.

Clearly, this wasn't just about you taking the blame for Powder. Vi was still pissed about losing the bag and getting into a fight with Deckard and his shitty clique