“Our identity mods have to sync,” Sophia explained, catching Juniper’s questioning look. Her voice carried that gentle tone she used when explaining something obvious, like teaching someone to use chopsticks. “Standard protocol these days.”

Everyone knew about NIM updates, but something about doing it here, in this shadow-wrapped loading bay, made her skin prickle with warning. Her eyes found Daniel’s profile, searching for any hint of hesitation. Instead, she found him already adjusting his stance, shoulders squared with the kind of quiet certainty that always seemed to steady her racing thoughts.

The sight of his jaw setting with determination sent a familiar warmth through her chest. If Daniel wasn’t worried…

“Together then,” he said, his voice low and sure, wrapping around her like armor. The way he said it - like there was never any question they’d face this as one - made her breath ease, though she blamed it on the night air.