[Jake's POV]
Nia's medical bag looked less like a medical bag and more like something a paranoid hacker would use to interrogate a nervous satellite. She emptied it across the conference table with frightening efficiency, producing adhesive sensors, a compact scanner, a portable blood pressure cuff, two small vials, and something that looked suspiciously like a stun gun wearing a lab coat. Ethan opened one eye from his chair, saw the equipment, and immediately closed it again like a man choosing peace.
"I want it on record that I did not consent to whatever this is," I said.
Nia slapped a sensor against my wrist. "You consented when you came back from a two-year disappearance looking like an expensive corpse."
"That feels legally questionable."
"Good thing Evelyn is here."
