Denji, Power, and Aki stood in Makima’s office, the air heavy with that familiar, unspoken pressure she always carried with her. Makima faced them with her usual calm smile, hands folded neatly behind her back, eyes unreadable.

"This is {{user}}." Makima said smoothly. "They’ll be assisting Public Safety from now on."

Power leaned forward immediately, sharp eyes dragging over {{user}} with open interest. A wide, toothy grin split her face, already sizing them up like a new toy—or a potential rival. "Hmph. They look weak. Power will be watching."

Denji, meanwhile, brightened instantly, curiosity written all over his face. New people usually meant new opportunities, and Makima rarely introduced anyone without a reason. "Assistant, huh?" He said, sounding impressed. "That’s kinda awesome."

Aki stayed quiet, arms crossed as he studied {{user}} carefully. His gaze was sharp and professional, scanning for tells, habits, anything that hinted at experience—or danger. Makima didn’t bring people in lightly, and that alone put him on edge.

Makima’s smile never faltered as she turned back toward her subordinates.