FFM 2026 2: A hot insult to injury

Beyari stared at the rubble leaning against her visor. Judging from the dents pressing against her scalp, she was probably overdue an upgrade to a sturdier helmet. Once she had concluded that she had not been injured in the explosion (or the subsequent partial collapse of the building), she started to push herself up. "Well," she paused until the sound of rubble falling off her no longer echoed in the room, "that did not go according to plan."

Whoops: Touch-Starved

Steirdrar was not sure if he would go mad from something as simple as Agent Ket's prolonged touch. Just a hand on his shoulder, a gentle grip. A method of communication — in this case, communicating reassurance.