"Ow! What was that for?"

"You were about to say something weird, hyung," he sighs. "Don't say weird things to people you've just met."

"...yeah, alright, can't argue with that."

"What about your clothes?" Tae-hwan asks.

"The clothes I wear when I'm working are fire resistant, and I can mostly avoid setting them too on fire. But yes, that is why I don't tend to do this strategy if dungeons have had time to have a full recon. Just - rescue, knowing the bounds of the sensors we have available now, probably it's better to be on fire than not if it wouldn't put any civilians in danger."

"Huh. Makes sense."

"...so, how are you finding Korea? Glad you kicked that limp blob to the curb?"

Seungjoo elbows him again, hard. "Hyung!"

He yelps. "What! What! He is a limp blob!"

"Hyung you have no idea what their relationship was like! You can't call people limp blobs."

"Oh." He turns an apologetic smile to Hye-jin. "Um. Sorry if I called someone you like a limp blob."

"No, he's totally a limp blob," says Woo-young, without looking up.

"Ha! Vindicated!"

"And also I hate him. Limp blob is honestly too nice, and just implies a lack of initiative. Here, let me help. He's a self obsessed, showboating, sexist entitled twit with no talent, drive, or desire to improve, who would be perfectly content if most of humanity were killed in dungeons, so long as he could have his precious ego fellated regularly."

She says this all very brightly, but in a quiet tone of voice that would have a lot of trouble carrying to the (very far back) media. Look, she's careful, okay.

Yoo-min blinks a few times, his jaw slowly going slack and a goofy smile spreading on his faceas she speaks. When she's done talking he turns to Seungjoo and says, "Seungjoo-ya, can we keep her?"

"One, she is not a dog, two, you've only just met her, three, you need to stop saying weird things," he says in the defeated tone of voice of someone who knows his boyfriend will in fact continue to say weird things forever. "Sometimes I feel like I'm the hyung," he grumbles.

"Do you want me to call you hyung?"

"No! That'd be too weird."

Hye-jin snorts, and looks very smug about having elicited such a reaction.

A pink haired woman in business attire pops out of the portal, and Woo-young's screen begins updating with new information.

"Preliminary recon's been completed, and the area around the other side of the portal is secure. My husband and I will head out in ten, we've got another recon scheduled. Report should now be on your system, short answer is the dungeon is close quarters and shifts, and your sensor has verified at least seventeen captured victims, but suspects there might be more."

"Roger that, thank you Han Ye-rin-shi. Will you be entering the dungeon again or waiting for Im Jae-pil-shi outside? And will Yun Minseo-shi and Kim Da-eun-shi be coming with him?"

("Im Jae-pil-shi has stealth powers and often uses it to help sensors in early recon," Tae-gun explains to Hye-jin, "and Han Ye-rin-shi works with illusions and sometimes goes with him. They're external contractors, not part of Quasar.")

(Hye-jin nods and gives her partner a little smile of thanks. She appreciates these explanations, and will definitely remember powersets, even if she’s not going to remember names. Man… stealth and illusions, what another fantastic pair, she’s so damn jealous…)

"Waiting outside, I've got calls to make for our next appointment. From what I understand, they plan to remain inside, according to Yun Minseo-shi the dungeon is 'tricky,' and she was concerned about losing track of the victims she'd found."

"Yeah, I can see that. Thank you for the report, Han Ye-rin-shi, as always you and your husband do outstanding work."