The conference room felt smaller with just the six of them inside. Noah stood at the head of the table, one hand resting on the surface while the other hung loose at his side. Sophie sat to his right with her tablet illuminated, fingers moving across the screen as she pulled up data streams. Diana leaned against the wall near the viewport, arms crossed over her chest, her ice-blue eyes tracking every movement in the room.
Kelvin had claimed a chair and sprawled in it like he was trying to occupy twice the space his body required. Seraleth stood near the far wall, her seven-foot frame making her impossible to miss even when she tried to fade into the background. Lila occupied the corner furthest from Noah, her eyes were fixed on the holographic display that dominated the center of the table.
Sam stood by the door, his tablet tucked under one arm, his expression carrying the particular kind of careful neutrality that Noah had learned meant bad news was coming.
