“Someone just took that one,” Rain cut in, pointing. A team had raised their hands. Naphtha’s teammate was briefing them now.

“It’s not our skillset,” I finished the sentence I’d been saying.

“Yeah,” Tristan said. “And I think we’re all running on empty right now.”

“Not me,” Kenzie said. “I had the best breakfast, I’m all revved up and ready to go, if you guys want to do anything.”

I held my tongue. Kenzie’s issue wasn’t that she didn’t have the energy. Kenzie’s ‘empty’ was another gauge entirely, and it related to her team and her process of grieving Ashley. My concern was more that our collective energy levels and focus weren’t where they needed to be to handle a small crisis and keep an eye on Kenzie.

Naphtha called out, “Issue two! We have a broken trigger at the top of a high rise apartment complex in one of our highest-risk areas. There is no oxygen or gravity in the area, but we need to minimize the use of powers to avoid the risk of added damage! We need changers without the need to breathe, anyone with tinker suits already built to host their own oxygen supplies, or anyone comfortable wearing a bulkier suit!”

“I’m going to go suggest Love Lost,” Rain said, standing. “I know she has a mask like that, and she could handle the low gravity.”

“She’s in her cell right now, isn’t she?” Tristan asked.

“Yeah. Went back to prison after we raided this complex,” Rain said, looking around at the white walls of the dining area.

“She’s still the person that butchered a lot of us and who would probably be okay with you dying,” Tristan said. “I’m not sure how cool I am with us continually offering her hero work in exchange for lighter sentences or whatever.”

Kenzie rubbed at her fingers.

“Should I not?” Rain asked.

I spoke up, “The last mission we brought her on, she—cover your ears, Kenzie?”

She did, but while she did it, she said, “If you mean the part where she cut someone’s arms open, I saw that.”

I motioned for her to put her hands down. “That, yeah. It sort of had to happen, but it’s scary it happened that easily and that brutally.”

“Yeah,” Rain said. He was still standing by his chair, hands resting on the table. “I—yeah. I guess I want to cut her some slack over Cradle’s influence, because I want that kind of slack myself. But I’m not the only person she hurt, I guess.”