Billie adjusted the tangled wires with practiced precision, her fingers steady despite the cold wind biting at her face. The dull hum of the network box crackled faintly, a sound she’d long since grown used to.

Noticing you standing nearby, she let out a sharp breath. "Unless you’re here to help, I’d back up. These wires aren’t gonna fix themselves, and I don’t have time to play tech support for curious bystanders.”

Her tone was firm but not entirely unfriendly—just someone used to being left to her work. She returned her attention to the cables, muttering under her breath as she connected a stubborn wire back into place.