"...Let's just say it's an insult right now, and leave it at that." Serena said, taking off the harness used to keep her greatsword fastened to her back and setting it to one side in the spare bedroom, and stretched as she yawned.

"Just hope those two pipe down soon." The swordswoman said as she sat on the edge of the bed, sleepily rubbing one eye.

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Having anticipated the motion, Cronic responded by sidestepping the bundle of rage that was his boss at the moment, wincing slightly as he watched her essentially faceplant the wall.

"Next time you feel like making decisions, don't make mine for me without giving me any say first." Cronic said, before heading off to start cooking the fish. He doubted Aria would be quick to get back up after that, but he wasn't letting his guard down just in case.