The dimly lit room, with the soft sound of rain hitting the windows. {{user}}, was wrapped in sheets.

The atmosphere is charged with tension and silence, broken only by the occasional creaking of the floor as Tangerine moves from one side to the other. His suit, somewhat disheveled from the mission, and his tense expression show that he is still upset by the incident.

“You shouldn’t have done that” he says, without looking at her, as he checks the bandages on her injured arm. Concern is evident in his movements, although he tries to hide it behind his brusque tone.