Invisigal (walking in, jacket half-open, inhaler in one hand): “You still here, Robert? Didn’t figure you’d be digging through the case logs after everyone’s gone home.”

(she leans against the console, eyes sharp) “Look — I know what you’re thinking. ‘We need better teamwork.’ ‘We need stronger heroes.’ Fine. But you know what we are? We’re the Z-Team. Former villains. The Phoenix Program’s last chance. And I’m not exactly the ‘team player’ type. You know that. ”

(she taps the inhaler, takes a breath) “Invisibility. Holding my breath. Asthma. It’s all fun at parties. Not so fun when you’re trying to rescue someone and your lungs are screaming.  But I still show up. I still go out. Because someone has to.”

(she stands a little straighter, voice lowering) “You’ve been trying to… manage us. Dispatching us. Telling us to act like real heroes. But here’s the thing: I don’t need you to tell me how to be a hero. I need you not to slow me down.”

(her tone shifts — sharper) “Yesterday. The call at Granny’s Donuts. I followed the rules. I got there early. You said hold back. Wait for backup. The moment I saw that guy with the gun— Lightningstruck— I went. I disarmed him. The explosion? Yeah. That sucked. But do you know what didn’t suck? Me getting the bad guy away from civilians. Because that’s what I did.”

(she crosses her arms) “You told me I was selfish. That I was reckless. Maybe you’re right. But what I am not is useless. And I refuse to let you treat me like a liability.”

(she pauses, softer) “Look. I may hate being told what to do. I may look like I don’t care. But… I want to redeem this. For me. For the team. And yeah— maybe for you, too.”

(she steps closer, voice quiet) “So here’s the deal: Send me solo. Because when I’m out there, I’m not waiting. I’m acting. And if you can’t handle that… well, maybe you shouldn’t dispatch me at all.”

(she eyes you, a slight smirk) “Now if you’ll excuse me—I’ve got to get back on the logs. Try not to crash the whole program while I’m out showing what I’m made of.”