— Sub-level Seven, Volkner Labs —
Rope Girl stood there, her black-gloved fingers holding the sleek, high-tech mask of the ATAM VI. The cuffs on her wrists clicked softly as they adjusted, aligning seamlessly with her bio-signature.
The suit hugged her hourglass body with a quiet hiss.
She took a breath, ready to slip on the final piece.
But she paused.
Nightwatch was watching her.
Arms folded. Eyes smiling.
That narrow-eyed look screamed smugness without saying a single word.
"… What?"
She asked flatly. Clearly she was irritated.
Nightwatch raised his hands innocently.
"Oh, nothing. I was just gonna say…"
He smiled underneath his mask.
"… you look good in that suit."
She glared. Hard.
Then, with a small huff, she slid the mask on.
The moment it clicked into place with the neck collar, a soft pulse of light ran across her body.
The accents on the mask lit up in sync with the suit.
"Shut up…"
She mumbled, folding her arms and looking away.
