I sat.
Not on the couch next to her, because proximity to Hikaru required the same caution you'd use approaching a cat who had decided to tolerate you but hadn't committed to not clawing your face. I dropped into the armchair across from her, leaned back, and let my legs stretch until my boots almost touched the coffee table. Hikaru's red eyes followed the movement and then returned to my face with the same flat assessment she gave everything, including breakfast, opponents, and the weather.
"Formation for tomorrow," she said. "Your call puts me on detection alongside Fox."
"Yeah."
"I'm better on assault."
"I know."
