"Come in."
I looked up as the door opened, finding Zoey standing outside with a bag hanging from her shoulder. Her gaze moved around the office before settling on me, then lowered towards the hand I was rubbing.
"…What happened?"
"Work-related stuff, you know? Had my hand held pretty tightly."
She looked at the marks around my wrist.
"Rather tightly, apparently… Did you get it checked?"
"Not yet. I've only just convinced it to let go."
Zoey stared at me for a moment before closing the door behind her.
She looked tired, and when she lowered her bag beside the chair, she rolled her shoulder before sitting down.
Looking at her and seeing how exhausted she looked, I couldn't help but ask, "Another raid?"
"Yes."
"How did it go?"
"We just finished."
"Oh, not bad. Seems like you were pretty successful with the raid."
I mean, she looked alright.
"Right, but I'm supposed to prepare for the next one already."
"...Oh."
