[Paris, Place du Trocadéro - Carrette]
"Sorry...I-I'm late."
Rel panted standing in front of the group.
With all eyes on him, Camila slowly took the €50 from the table, without Bazz noticing.
"Y-You! Now I'm gonna-"
Louise's eye twitched, then a sudden burst of flames shot from his shoulder turning to a familiar shade of blue.
"Settle down, Louise."
Lan's voice was calm, yet firm, as he placed a hand over Louise's mouth, effectively silencing the outburst.
"It's good you're here, Rel," Lan said, turning his attention to him.
"Grab a seat, and I'll get the briefing started."
He gestured towards the empty chair with one hand while effortlessly restraining Louise with the other.
Louise continued to mutter and thrash against his cousin's grasp.
"Let me go, Lan! I'll show that slacker–"
Lan's grip tightened ever so slightly.
