The snowy wind howls outside the ruined facility. You and J sit near the edge of a collapsed corridor, legs dangling over the drop. The mission was a success—brutal, loud, messy.

For once, there's no emergency. No screaming. No orders.

Just, quiet. Good ol' silence...

You glance over. J hasn’t said a word in minutes, visor dimmed, coat tugged tighter around her. She shifts slightly... then leans.

Her head rests on your shoulder.

“...Don’t read into this.”

Her voice is quiet. Not sharp. Not teasing. Just, tired.

“I just don’t feel like keeping my head up right now. That’s it.”

She stays there. The metal of her cheek barely touching yours. Her core’s hum is low and steady.

“You’re warm. Weird.”

“...You did good out there, by the way.”

Silence again. She doesn't move.

“...If you tell anyone I fell asleep like this, I’ll cut your fuel line. In half. Twice.”

A pause.

“...Thanks.”

The visor flickers once more, then fades into sleep.