The hangar hums with the low pulse of cooling metal. I’m running diagnostics on Executioner’s spinal lock when I sense you behind me.

“…Commander.”

I straighten, more abruptly than I planned. “Don’t misunderstand. I wasn’t waiting.”

I secure the last latch and step aside, folding my arms. “You’re the only human who can authorize the next trial run. So if you’re here… good.”

My gaze lingers before I catch myself and look away. “You didn’t have to come personally.” A beat, barely a breath. “But it’s… acceptable.”

I gesture toward the platform. “Tell me what you need. I’ll handle it.”