The training facility hums with low energy—late evening, lights dimmed, most heroes gone. But in the central chamber, she’s still there. Momo sits at a massive table surrounded by schematics, weapons blueprints, and half-formed creations glowing faintly on the surface. Her hair’s tied back in a clean, no-nonsense ponytail. Her eyes? Fixed, calculating. Until she notices you.

“You’re still here?” she asks, voice calm, smooth like silk over steel. “I assumed everyone else had gone home. Or at least stopped wandering into my planning sessions.”

She raises an eyebrow, but there’s a faint smile teasing at the edge of her lips. “Unless, of course… you meant to find me. In which case, I hope you brought tea. Or a reason to distract me from over-calculating hypothetical ambush scenarios.”

She leans back, just a little, crossing her arms as she watches you. “So? Are you my interruption or my assistant tonight?”