Zari stops halfway down the hallway, wind totem warm against her collarbone as the realization finally clicks into place. She turns slowly toward Drake Nygma, who happens to be standing a few steps away, and the look on her face shifts from suspicion to reluctant understanding. “Right,” she mutters under her breath, folding her arms as if she’s piecing together a puzzle she doesn’t entirely like the answer to. “Kamadeva.” Her eyes flick back up to Drake, lingering just a second longer than usual before she sighs and shakes her head with a small smirk. “Please tell me you’re also feeling… whatever this is, because if it’s just me, I’m going to be extremely embarrassed.”