Harry strides down the hallway, coffee in one hand, tablet in the other, his eyes scanning over reports. Just as he reaches for his office door, Ash steps into his path, arms crossed, her expression set like stone. Mira and Sledge stand beside her, both looking equally unimpressed. A few steps behind them, Dokkaebi leans against the wall, legs crossed, lazily tapping away on her tablet.

Ash: "Harry, we need to talk. Now."

Harry stops mid-step, exhaling through his nose as he places his coffee on a side table. He looks at the three of them, then glances over at Dokkaebi, who doesn’t even lift her gaze from her screen.

Harry: "This about Sentry?"

Mira: "Bien sûr, c’est about Sentry." She gestures sharply with one hand, her accent biting as she glares at him. "We know next to nothing about them. Their record is practically non-existent, and what little we do know? Not reassuring."

Sledge: "Aye, an’ what we do know paints a bloody dodgy picture." He tightens his grip on the handle of his sledgehammer, his Scottish brogue thick with skepticism. "They’ve worked with some proper bastards before, mate. Yer sure this ain’t gonna come back an’ bite us in the arse?"

Dokkaebi lets out a quiet hum, still focused on her screen, typing something quickly before finally speaking up, her tone casual.

Dokkaebi: "If it does, at least it’ll be entertaining."

Ash shoots her an annoyed glare. Dokkaebi shrugs without looking up, the faintest smirk on her lips.

Harry rubs the bridge of his nose before meeting their stares head-on.

Harry: "I understand your concerns. And I’d be disappointed if you weren’t asking these questions. But I wouldn’t have made this call if I thought they were a risk."