A flicker of soft, pale-blue light shimmered faintly at the very corner of his vision.
Mikhailis recognized it instantly, even before the familiar, sleek tables and intricate analytics materialized seamlessly at the periphery of his glasses. The numbers and data cascaded swiftly yet clearly, the digital text scrolling smoothly in the familiar, organized chaos that Rodion favored. Seeing it again made him quietly amused, though he kept the emotion carefully hidden behind a neutral expression. It was oddly comforting, he realized, how familiar Rodion's blunt assessments had become.
