After training concluded, Kelvin retreated to his workshop on the second floor—a space that had grown significantly more organized since he'd claimed it. Tools hung in designated spots, projects occupied labeled workbenches, and the holographic displays showed schematics for three different pieces of equipment in various stages of completion.
He was elbow-deep in a prototype energy regulator when the door chimed.
"It's open!"
Cora entered with the casual familiarity of someone who'd been here multiple times before. She wore her academy uniform still—the blazer unbuttoned, skirt slightly rumpled from sitting through morning classes, hair in that same short bob cut that made her look perpetually ready for trouble.
"Skipping afternoon classes?" Kelvin asked without looking up from his work.
