I snuck a sideways look at Vane. Which one were we?
I had no idea.
"Harper?"
Diana. B-class Guide. We'd crossed paths once on supply rotation. She had the kind of calm that made me feel like a chihuahua next to a golden retriever. Behind her stood a quiet, dark-haired A-class.
"Owen, this is Harper."
Owen nodded. His eyes flicked once to Vane's collar, then to my E-class wristband, then back to my face. He didn't react. Diana's smile didn't waver either.
"This is Vane," I said.
"We've heard." Diana's tone was light. Not loaded. "Any idea what this is about?"
"None. You?"
She shook her head.
The door opened. Sherman walked in. Lyra walked in behind her.
Of course.
"Last night," Sherman said, without preamble, "we had a Bond Disruption Event in B-block."
The room went still.
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