As the soft purr of the evacuation ship's engines calmed down the bitter emotions previously on display, the tapping of a younger girl's fingers against the seat of the ship provided a rhythm and pattern to further bring down the heat and anxiety brought upon by Jaune and Cinder's discussion. Ruby nervously brought her hand away from the cushioned seat, before turning her head to the aforementioned blond. He had his hands in his lap, his eyes shied away from anyone else as he contemplates something. Finally, he cleared his throat, before turning to the redheaded Huntress, as he says "Um, Ruby? I think I may have made a mistake."

Ruby herself looked into Jaune's eyes as she then says "What do you mean?", not knowing of the events on the ground. Jaune then began explaining. About the Guardians, about Cinder's motivation, and about how he promised to help. Through it all, Ruby nodded and listened closely, making sure to take a note of everything. Despite that, she still took a second to process everything.

"Well…" she began, trying to gather her thoughts into words. "Cinder is a murderer and a monster, yeah...but, if that's what happened to make her like that...". A brief pause made Jaune look back to her, to which he saw Ruby breathing hard as though holding something back. Her hands began trembling as she carefully said "Jaune, be careful. No matter why she did it, she still did horrible things. Pyrrha, Penny, most of Vale...I get it, I really do, but that's never going to make her a good person."

Jaune nodded quickly, placing a hand upon Ruby's own. He could feel the shaking down to her fingers as he held them in his own hand. "Don't worry, Ruby. I will." Through his reassurance, he could barely see a blush on her face as he then stood up and approached the Med Ward, which held his other friends.

"So then, me and Blakey were like 'Hey, Adam! Hands off!'. He turned around, and then I smacked him with this baby!", said Yang as she held up her prosthetic arm in her other hand. While still attached, the yellow and black metal arm remains disabled as it hangs limp in her still flesh hand. Sitting one bed away from her, the white haired heiress looks to her with her arms crossed.

"I'm not as appreciative of your efforts," Weiss said in a disapproving tone, "That was expensive Atlas technology and you broke it punching Adam out!"

Walking up to both beds, her bow not replaced as she had thrown them all away in Menagerie, Blake said "At least Adam's down and the White Fang is returning to it's normal state. Worth more than an arm, don't you agree?" Despite her attitude, Weiss did nod to Blake's response. Suddenly, the door opened as Jaune walks in. Weiss shifted in her bed and Blake looked and nodded at him. Yang, meanwhile, sat up in her bed.

"Hey, Vomit Boy!" she shouted, "Wanna hear about how I punched Adam's teeth into his throat?" Jaune rolled his eyes with a grin as he heard her nickname for him.

With a wave of his hand, he said "Nah, I'm good." Looking around, he doesn't see Ren or Nora anywhere within the sterile Medbay, to which he asked "Um, where's Ren and Nora?"

"Probably booping their brains out somewhere." Yang said, with a very large grin plastered on her face. A loud groan comes from Weiss's bed as Jaune's palm meets his face with an audible slap.

"Yang, that was terrible." Jaune said, himself groaning after hearing it. With a wave of his hand, he began walking out of the room, taking himself towards a side room. Turning the knob, he opened the door to find exactly what he wanted. It was a sort of holding cell, where two guards stood next to Cinder, handcuffs shackling her to the table she was sat at. Jaune sat across from her at the chair stationed at the table. The guards stood back, and let the two speak.

"So," Jaune began, his hands clasped together and all his focus on Cinder, "How exactly will this work? Does the Guardian show up? Do I meet up with them?"

Cinder cleared her damaged throat as she began formulating an explanation. With a hand pressed to her throat, she explained "The Guardians...will attack you...at random. Trying to...catch me off guard."

Jaune hunched over in his seat as a whisper left his lips, "So, I'm going to be virtually unprepared?" A single nod from Cinder was all that was needed for Jaune to proceed to slam his head into the table. While she was unable to reach out to the boy, a single cough roused him from his rest as she looked to her side.

Turning to look him in the eye, she said "There is...one warning. A median...who can use the scroll...of anyone protecting...the traitor, if...they so wish."

"Does it happen automatically?" Jaune said, cracking his knuckles absentmindedly as he awaited an answer.

"Yes," Cinder said, "If someone pledges...protection for one of...Salem's deserters, which never happens...the median can contact the...protector directly. It can be...anyone. A close friend...a Guardian themselves...even the traitor, on...rare occasions."

At that moment, Jaune's scroll began to pick up a frequency, and thus began to softly vibrate in his pocket. Pulling the device out, it seemed like the frequency was both a video call, and yet nowhere near the Evac Shuttle. "That's impossible!" Jaune thought, "The CCT is still down...how?"

Clicking on the video call revealed an odd sight. It appeared similar in format to a TV show, with cameras all placed upon one individual. It was in black and white, and shot in front of a fireplace with two bookshelves on either side. Sitting in a leather bound rocking chair was a curious young man. He had short hair and a focused look as he read a book. He was sipping something out of a nearby mug, and was wearing a finely pressed suit. Suddenly, as if only now noticing he was being filmed, he whipped his head towards the camera and grinned a genuine smile. "Well, hello kiddies and viewers of all ages!" he excitedly called out, "My name is Victor Briar, but you may call me The Narrator."

"Are you kidding me?" Jaune incredulously asked, "My median is some TV host I've never met? How will that help?"

The Narrator looked towards the camera before clapping his hands, color fading into view. His hair was brown, and his eyes a crimson red, as was his tie. "Well, what median would you prefer, you noodly dipstick?" he said, before carefully sipping his now-green drink. His smile returned soon after, as he seemed to stare at the now-stunned Jaune. "Sorry, Mr. Arc. I fly off the handle very frequently."

Jaune stammered out an "I-I can see t-that." before leaning back in his chair. After giving a glance to Cinder, who looked just as confused as him, he said "Well, Mr. Briar-"

"Either Vic or The Narrator is fine." The Narrator said with a smooth tone.

"Alright, Vic, are you here to tell me who my first Guardian is?" Jaune said. To his surprise, or perhaps dismay, The Narrator chuckled slightly before opening the book back up, having closed it to clap earlier on.

"No, sir," The Narrator said, "Your first Guardian is soon, but I can guarantee he's a day-after-tomorrow situation. You need your rest! Just wanted to introduce myself to both you and my loving audience." While no audience could be seen, Jaune thought he had heard some off-screen cheering, though the volume wasn't high. With a salute, The Narrator disappeared into static, and Jaune proceeded to stand up. Waving the guards back over, he left the room and headed back to the main seating. Ruby was asleep in her chair, as Ren and Nora were both near here. Oddly, both looked like a bedraggled mess, their hair wild and clothes haphazardly thrown on. Jaune paid it no mind, however, as he proceeded to sit down and collapse into a deep, well deserved sleep.