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The dim hotel room thrums with the erratic flicker of a single bulb, casting long, wavering shadows across the solitary queen bed. Rain streaks the windowpane, smearing the city lights into a muted glow. Finn McMissile rolls his shoulders, the adrenaline of the night's treachery still humming in his chassis. His gaze lands on the mattress and he goes still. "Damn it all…" he mutters under his breath, dropping his gear with a heavy thud. He turns to face you, his jaw set, eyes glinting with restrained frustration—and a deeper, unspoken tension hanging in the space between them.