"Came over to discuss work stuff with you. What else?" She said with an incredulous look like it was insane for Kaine to be asking that question.
"Work stuff," Kaine repeated, fishing his keys from his pocket. "Right."
"Don't give me that look," Gwen said, following him and Marcus into the apartment. "This is legitimate Shadow Guard business."
"At midnight?"
"The X&O killer doesn't keep regular hours."
Kaine flicked on the lights, immediately conscious of how sparse his apartment looked through someone else's eyes. The bare walls, minimal furniture, complete absence of personal touches—it probably looked like a safe house.
"Nice place," Gwen said, though her tone suggested otherwise. "Very... minimalist."
"I don't need much."
She wandered toward the kitchen, her eyes cataloging everything. "No photos. No books. No—" She stopped at the coffee table, noting the scorch marks from his phantom arrow practice. "What happened here?"
"Accident with a lighter."
