The atmosphere in the apartement living room had shifted from high-alert tension to something much lighter, though not entirely peaceful.
Sarah sat on the couch with her arms crossed, cheeks slightly puffed out in a very obvious pout. A faint red mark was still visible on her forehead where Andrey had flicked her earlier. She hadn't said a word since.
Andrey stood near the couch, arms loosely folded. "Next time you call like that, at least make sure it's actually an emergency before you scare the entire team."
Sarah turned her face away with a quiet "Hmph," refusing to look at him. Her boba cup sat safely on the table between her and Hope.
Hope, still sitting cross-legged on the floor, finished her mochi and leaned forward with a curious smile. "So… how did it go at the hospital? Did Helena have anything useful?"
Lisa, who had been quietly tidying the snack wrappers on the coffee table, looked up and answered calmly.
