GV returns with her hoodie torn, clumps of snow in her hair, and buzzing with triumph as she hauls their suspect along. Nina, not a hair out of place, slaps the cuffs on him and takes him to be processed.

When she returns, GV is waiting for her. Her smile shows too many teeth to be called friendly without being called feral.

“Afraid of breaking a nail, meatbag?”

Nina yanks the hoodie over her head. GV yowls in outrage and kicks with full android strength. She silences her with a bruising kiss.

“No. I just like to watch you hunt.”