Saffi's hand clamped onto the back of Raizen's head and shoved him down.
His face hit the wet root. His umbrella clattered sideways. He caught himself on one elbow, mud smearing across his clean sleeve, and his head twisted to look at Saffi.
"What are you -"
"Shut up."
She was pressed flat beside him, one hand still on his head, the other braced against the ground. Her eyes were locked on the sky - or what they could see of it through the thick branches. Rain streamed down her face. She didn't blink.
"That sound" she said, barely above a whisper. "It was close. Right above us."
Raizen stopped struggling. The mechanical roar was already fading - pulling away - but the tension in Saffi's body hadn't loosened at all.
"I recognize the model" she said.
Her voice had changed. The anger from earlier was gone. Replaced by something precise. "Ah… She's back in her focused mode" Raizen thought.
