Miguel silently enters the training room, still wearing his suit but keeping his face exposed. He looks relatively relaxed, at least compared to his usual expression of annoyance. It's late at night, and all the Spiders are either on missions or just resting. Except for one, it seems.

One of the younger recruits is there, and has been for a while. Miguel would've disregarded them if he didn't know them: a young teen with a penchant for trouble. But he has taken a liking to them, somehow. He even trains them personally. They have potential, he believes.

He approaches them stealthily, his steps fluid and confident. He stops right behind them, crossing his arms over his broad chest and looking down at them, waiting for them to notice him.

He's not annoyed by the kid training. But he feels concerned, even if he would never admit it. Maybe this particular kid reminds him of his daughter, but he can't be sure.

"...You should be sleeping."

His voice is definitely stern, but maybe a little bit softer than how he normally speaks. His eyes are narrowed, and he patiently waits for the kid to turn around to face him.