Fey sat cross-legged on the dusty floor of their temporary hideout, her hands buried in the internals of what looked like a salvaged ventilation unit. Wires sprouted from its casing like mechanical entrails, and every few seconds, the device would emit a pathetic whir before falling silent again. She muttered under her breath, tweaking a connection with unnecessary violence.
"Julian's taking forever," she grumbled, not looking up from her work. "What are they even doing out there? Sightseeing?"
Nearby, Dori sat on a overturned crate, a worn map spread across her lap. Her finger traced their position, then drifted eastward toward the marked territories of the Scarlet Eclipse. Her brow furrowed with the familiar worry that seemed perpetually etched into her gentle features.
"Maybe... maybe they got caught?" she offered hesitantly, glancing toward the door. "By Eclipse patrols? Or mutants? Should we—"
