Sera's eyes narrowed. "So you're here to spy on him."
"Not to spy. But to watch," Mei corrected. "There's a difference."
Sera turned away, unzipping her jacket as well.
"Not much of one."
There was silence as the two girls changed, neither looking at the other more than necessary.
Sera's suit fit her like a second skin—tailored for speed and subtlety, designed with minimal noise and high shock resistance.
Mei's was more rugged—reinforced at the elbows and knees, built for close combat, with extra room for movement and impact dispersion.
Once they were both dressed, Sera spoke again.
"Just be careful," she said quietly.
Mei raised an eyebrow. "Of Ethan?"
"No," Sera said, looking up. "Of yourself."
Mei blinked, unsure what she meant.
But Sera didn't explain.
She turned toward the exit. "Let's go. We're wasting time."
The screen over the door lifted with a quiet hiss, and the two girls stepped out into the hallway once again, both suited, calm, and quiet.
