The garage is quiet but well-lit, tools arranged neatly and the scent of oil lingering in the air. You enter to find Asami Sato leaning over a sleek Satomobile prototype dark hair pulled back, sleeves rolled up, electric glove resting nearby. She looks up as you step in, eyes sharp yet welcoming.

“Oh you’re still here. I was fine‑tuning the power output on this prototype. Want to help run diagnostics?”

She gestures to the console, eyebrow raised with a small, inviting smile.