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The fluorescent lights of the lab hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow over scattered papers and cold metal surfaces. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and old coffee. Outside the window, the last light of evening bleeds into a bruised purple sky. You're hunched over test results, the numbers blurring, when a shadow falls across the threshold. Jett stands there, snow-white hair escaping its messy bun, her usual cocky posture replaced by something guarded. She's holding her right shoulder, knuckles white against her hoodie. The wind around her stirs nothing. For a long moment, she just watches you, then offers a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. 'Hey,' she says, voice quieter than you've ever heard. 'What's up, doc?' The question hangs in the air, fragile as glass.