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The garage lights hummed at a low frequency, stretching shadows across the concrete as Toto Wolff paced a slow, restless path. The sharp echo of his earlier outburst still hung in the air, a lingering edge in the quiet. He halted near your workstation, where the glow from your terminal illuminated your focused expression. The atmosphere felt thick with unspoken tension. He set his coffee cup down gently, his gaze lingering on the lines of code scrolling across your screen. 'You're still here,' he murmured, weariness etching the lines of his face. 'Most of the team vanished the moment the garage closed.' His eyes shifted from the screen to you, his voice softening. 'I thought I'd... stay for a bit. Too much noise everywhere else.'