They hadn't stopped working entirely, but the room had gone quiet in the way it did when everyone was waiting on something they couldn't force. Rin had leaned back in his chair, boots hooked under the table, eyes half-closed but listening. Klatos stood near the window, arms folded, watching traffic lanes shift in the distance. Arlen sat on the edge of the table with her device resting against her thigh, scrolling without really seeing any of it.
Xavier was standing near the projection, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the frozen map.
The device chimed.
He checked it, didn't say anything, and answered.
Angel's voice came through first, irritated and rough with sleep. "You are officially banned from calling me during my night cycle."
"Hey, you are the one who called me." Xavier exhaled through his nose.
"I can't fully reconstruct it," Angel said finally.
Arlen shifted closer. "Meaning?"
"Meaning whoever sent it didn't actually mean to send it like this. It's an error."
