Watts adjusted his stance, a subtle motion that communicated his urgency as he gestured to Tessa.
"Let's move on," he said calmly, though the underlying impatience in his tone was clear.
Nova perched lightly on his head, her tiny translucent wings fluttering as she peered curiously at the bustling activity around them.
She chirped softly, her bright eyes catching every movement, seemingly fascinated by the world beyond Watts' steady focus.
Tessa gave a hesitant nod, her professional demeanor quickly returning as she guided him forward through the checkpoint.
The crowd thickened around them, a symphony of purposeful movements and muted conversations blending with the hum of advanced machinery.
Nova, however, seemed unbothered, swiveling her small head to take in the scene with childlike wonder, her soft glow casting faint light onto Watts' dark hair.
