When Lane and Nyla left the room some time later, after briefly discussing a few more issues, mainly Ethan's reports, Clara was still in the apartment, waiting for them.
"M-miss Nyla!" she called out, jumping from her seat as soon as she saw them. "I, I didn't mean… What I said earlier… It was just a joke…"
"Is that so?" Nyla raised her brows, not convinced. "It didn't sound like a joke to me."
"It, it was! We… bicker with each other like that all the time, but it's all fun and games! Isn't that right… Lane?" Clara turned to Lane, giving him a pleading look he would have never expected she was even capable of pulling off, let alone directing it at him!
"Hmm…" Lane tilted his head, thinking for a moment, struggling against the corners of his lips that were fighting to go up. It was quite funny seeing Clara like that, trying to explain herself so frantically…
