Mallory stirred from her sleep to hear faint laughter and chatter coming from the kitchen. She couldn't remember the last time a morning had felt so peaceful.
Stretching, she slipped on her boots and stepped out of her room. The hallway buzzed with activity. Samuel's makeshift mechanical workshop hummed with a constant clink and grind of tools, while Alex's voice carried over as he tried (and failed) to explain the intricacies of tactical strategy to Eliza.
"Morning," Harper greeted, balancing a tray of coffee mugs. "You're missing the best part of the day—Alex's attempt at leadership."
Mallory smirked. "Sounds like a train wreck."
"More like a comedy special," Harper said. "Breakfast is ready. You better hurry before Greg eats everything."
Mallory followed her to the common area, where the newcomers were mingling with the original team. The atmosphere was light, almost festive. Alex was mid-monologue, holding a spatula as if it were a sword.
