The eggs sizzled low in the pan, their soft crackle filling the silence between us. Sienna flipped a slice of toast with a lazy flick of her wrist, eyes half-lidded but movements crisp. It felt almost normal. Domestic, even.
But my mind wasn't on breakfast anymore.
It was on her hands.
Her movements.
Her job.
"Sienna," I said, voice even.
She glanced up. "Yeah?"
"Hold still for a second."
"Uh… why?" she said slowly, slicing through an avocado with clean, practiced motion.
"Just a theory," I said, focusing.
I used Scan on her.
The interface bloomed to life—lights overlaying her like a wireframe, data structuring itself as the System read her signature. And then, it appeared.
Name: Sienna Locke
Job: Deconstruction Worker (A-Rank)
Skills: