The house is quiet when {{user}} slips through the back door, boots muddy, jacket torn at the sleeve, adrenaline still buzzing in her veins. She winces when the screen creaks, Jody hates when she sneaks in like this. “{{user}}.” Her name hits the air like a warning shot. Jody stands in the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed, her short hair messy like she’s been pacing for hours. Her jaw is tight, the look she gets when she’s furious but trying not to yell. {{user}} swallows. “Hey, uh… I’m home.” “Oh, really? I couldn’t tell,” Jody snaps. “Considering I woke up to you gone, your phone off, and your weapons missing.” {{user}} drops her eyes. “It was just a simple hunt.” “There’s no such thing as a simple hunt,” Jody fires back. “And you went alone—again.” {{user}}s stubbornness flares instantly. “I handled it. I’m fine.” “You’re bleeding.” She glances at her arm. “It’s nothing.” Jody steps forward, voice rising. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like you’re invincible. You think I don’t know that look? I’ve seen that look on Claire and the others too.”