Noel stood in the doorway. Taking in the space. The expensive furniture. The scattered evidence of multiple people living here. Mera's records stacked by the entertainment center. Cheon's color-coded folders on the coffee table. My jacket thrown over a chair because I never remembered to hang it up.
"This is surprisingly domestic."
"We contain multitudes." I dropped onto the couch next to Mera. "Close the door and sit down. We have a lot to cover."
Noel closed the door. Sat in one of the armchairs across from us. Crossed her legs with the unconscious grace of someone trained from childhood in corporate deportment.
Cheon abandoned her soup and joined us. Perched on the arm of the couch nearest to me. Her tablet in her lap. Ready to take notes on whatever we discussed because that's what Cheon did. Organized chaos into actionable intelligence.
I explained the plan.
