"I suppose people make do with what they have."
"Apparently." She looked down at her notes again, then pulled a fresh sheet towards herself. "Now, explain that pressure system one more time."
Behind them, Deadlock remained beside the door, its mechanical eyes fixed on Frost.
"Unauthorised visitor has exceeded the acceptable duration of..."
"Oh, shut up," Yasmine muttered, without looking away from the page.
Frost was about to ask another question when his gaze landed on the clock mounted above the door. He stared at it for a moment, his mind taking far too long to understand what he was looking at, before his eyes suddenly widened.
"Shit! I'm late!"
Yasmine looked up at him, a brow rising as he scrambled to his feet. "Late for what?"
"Training!" He glanced toward the door, already imagining Ava standing in the training hall with her arms crossed and that unpleasant smile on her face. "I have to go. I was supposed to be there already!"
