Miguel stormed into the tech room from the main HQ room, the capture mission being a success but at the expense of his ego. His holographic suit was torn in places and glitching, semi-fresh cuts on his exposed skin. He almost doesn’t notice you at first as he’s blinded by his anger and cursing in Spanish under his breath.

when he does, he looks over to you with a huff. “Que carajo es- What are you still doing here?” He assumed everyone would’ve been home by now and he could finally get a break. Yet here you were. At least it seemed to be just you.