You Good, Man?

The line kept moving smooth, steady but Rina's eyes never stopped scanning. She read people like a second language. Years of war, rescue ops, and bomb defusal had taught her one thing:

Tension had a smell.

And she caught a whiff of it right now.

A man stood a few paces back in the queue hood low, gaze shifting too much, grip tight on his duffle bag like it held more than clothes. His breathing was shallow not fear like the others… but something else.

Intent.

Rina stepped out of line processing, boots cutting across the concrete toward him. Her team noticed, eyes snapping toward her, but they stayed back. They trusted her gut.

She stopped right in front of the guy casual, but firm. Clipboard tucked under her arm, hand resting near her belt.

"You good, man?" Her voice was even calm, but with that edge only a soldier carried.

The man froze. A flicker of panic there and gone in an instant but she saw it.

His mouth opened, words stumbling out, but his eyes said more than his lips ever could.

Something was off.

And Rina Hunter?

She didn't miss.