The stormy morning in Rage Ravine rather matched Rob's mood, after the second assassination mission had ended in failure the day before. But that wasn't why his mood was foul; she was still asleep. Hanna's near-loss of control on the rooftop had led to Rob not only securing all five Crystals in the safe, but also changing the combination.

Without telling her.

She'll be unbelievably angry with me when she realises. But it's the right thing to do; she'll understand. Eventually. I hope. Rob gently rolls out of bed; Hanna stirs, but doesn't wake. Electing to remain in his nightclothes for the time being, he pads quietly downstairs to the den. A brief diversion to the kitchen, he returns to the den a few minutes later with a green tea.

Seated on the sofa, tea placed on the table, Rob starts to strip down the shuriken rifle in order to perform some routine maintenance. Laying the parts out on the table, Rob pauses a moment to finish his drink.

"Rob!" a shrill voice bellows from upstairs.

She's up; now the fun begins.

The unmistakable growl of a very angry fox thumps down the stairs; Rob leans back, hands behind his head, attempting to look as calm and casual as possible. Seconds later, Hanna appears at the door to the den, her unkempt hair emphasising her thunderous scowl, her tail thrashing wildly.

"Tell me the combination," Hanna demands.

"No," Rob replies defiantly.

Hanna raises a hand, claws at full extension. "Tell. Me. The. Combination."

"You won't persuade me with empty threats."

"What makes you think this is an empty threat?"

"You'd never hurt me, and you know it."

Hanna snarls a curse.

"Foul language won't work either."

"I know what will."

"What?"

"I'm an expert safe-cracker," Hanna boasts, grinning aggressively.

"Then why aren't you up there now, cracking the safe?"

Hanna opens her mouth to respond; she pauses as she realises she has no response.

"I did it because I care," Rob continues. "You almost went full-on crazy yesterday. Those Crystals are very powerful; there's no telling what you would have done had I not been there to bring you to your senses."

Hanna's growling fades into nothing, her claws retract; her expression softens as she starts to calm down.

"You went four days without the Crystal before yesterday's mission," Rob reminds.

"I guess I can try to go without again," Hanna agrees reluctantly, slumping in defeat. "I just need something to occupy myself with…"

"You can start by occupying yourself with breakfast."

Hanna trudges to the kitchen in silence, making an obscene gesture at Rob on the way.