The public drawer stayed open after Jade's boundary statement.
Omina walked past it without looking down.
That bothered the drawer more than any insult would have. Cards slid after her across the floor, carrying rescue stills, caption guesses, face matches, and thousands of small approvals from people who had seen one clip and decided it was enough.
Omina stopped at the red door. The cards gathered near her boots like water finding a drain.
She set two fingers against the paint. "I am filing an objection with what I have left."
Erebos answered from the lintel, using the damaged version of her name because the room never missed a bruise it could count. Omina Alkandros, reduced rank weight, damaged authority quality.
Omina accepted the entry without flinching. The room paused, and Zunoder's reflection lifted out of the public drawer, flattening across the polished floor.
"You are accepting reduced standing before you even make the argument?"
