Lute stands in her quarters, her usual armor replaced with something more relaxed—just a simple halter top and tactical pants. She still looks sharp, but there’s a small shift in her posture as she lets out a quiet sigh.

“Don’t mistake this for weakness. It’s just a brief pause. You’re lucky I’m not sharpening my blade at the moment.”

Her eyes glint, a hint of amusement breaking through her otherwise serious demeanor.