"Hey boo."
Angel stopped beside him on the street, her task force gear showing the last fifteen minutes on her the same way the road showed it everywhere else. A cut along her jaw that her biology was already handling. Her blood manipulation still active around her hands, the coating not yet stood down from combat ready.
She looked at the waste bin wedged into the transport gap. At the scorch marks on the road. At the Blood Fang bodies the task force units were already moving to contain.
"That was a show you put on," she said.
Noah looked at the street. "Your transport security needs work."
"That's a conversation I'm going to be having with several people tomorrow morning." She glanced at him sideways. "You eaten?"
"Not since this morning."
"Dinner tonight," she said. "My place or somewhere out, doesn't matter. I just." She stopped, started again. "Our schedules have been stupid since you got back. I want an actual evening."
