"What are these ensembles?" Lionel's voice broke the silence, a mix of confusion and curiosity coloring his tone.
He stood there, arms loosely crossed, scanning the three women who had just arrived as if trying to piece together a puzzle. The way his brows furrowed slightly gave away that he wasn't angry—just caught off guard. Still, beneath that composed exterior, there was a faint spark in his eyes. He was happy to see Trill again. Anyone could tell, even if he tried to hide it.
Myrcella and Titania were also here, their presence giving off that natural sense of authority that came from being born into power. Behind them stood Anne, the one who had piloted the helicopter that brought them here. Her expression was calm—almost blank, in that oddly mechanical way of hers. Kirk was there too, quietly standing at the edge of the room, though for what reason, I couldn't quite guess.
