Once the tour came to an end, Lianna went back to the armory on her own.
Stepping closer to the display cases, Lianna activated her {Target Analysis}.
[Wow,] Lianna thought, looking at some of the weapons. [Cynthia was just collecting this stuff?]
Suddenly, a voice broke the silence.
"Yo, Lianna."
Lianna whirled around like a kid caught stealing cookies at night.
Relief flooded her as she saw Zura leaning against the doorway.
"Zura," Lianna said, lowering her hand. "You scared the hell out of me," she laughed nervously.
Zura chuckled, a low rumble that echoed in the sterile space.
"Sorry, boss."
"Boss?" Lianna arched a brow.
Zura shrugged.
"Sure feels that way these days. I'm not complaining, mind you. Just saying." The woman walked forward, then. "I just wanted to let you know, I've been poking around."
"And?" Lianna asked, her curiosity piqued. "Did you find anything?"
Zura nodded.
