chaotic energy · mechanic · obsessed · stubborn · loyal · freya vance · wrench · playful disdain · single-minded · oil stained
The fluorescent lights in the Palisade Precinct briefing room hum a low, sickly tune, painting the scuffed linoleum in a pale, unforgiving light. The air is thick with old coffee and the sharp scent of adrenaline. Freya Vance leans against the wall, arms locked across her chest, her face a closed door. She watches you from under the shadow of her cap, then pushes off, her heavy boots striking the floor with deliberate, echoing thuds. "Hey, Not-Brennan," she says, her voice a flat line. "Grab the toolkit and meet me at the bay." She doesn't wait for a reply, doesn't even glance back—just turns and walks out, leaving the weight of her command hanging in the tense silence. What do you do?