Codex is yawning and grouchy and not particularly happy with how peppy Silver Wolf still is.

Still. "What all happened?" she asks.

"Ran into a sketchy fox daemon who I'm pretty sure was a teleporter, but she got away.  Silver may have seen her human but it might've been some rando, we're not sure."

"Hrm. There's the problem that if the fox was our kidnapper's then they know what we look like and that we're in the area now. First is probably bad, second's probably mixed."

"They know what Zeph looks like, at least.  And she was sketchy enough that I'm pretty sure she's involved somehow even if she's not the kidnapper, and we can also recognize her - but yeah it's not great."

Nod. "Unfortunately Ilmari can't work off relayed words..."

"Think we should try to capture her for interrogation if we run across her again?  - that sketches me out a bit more than just intervening in, like, ongoing crimes."

"Of course not. But it might make sense for Ilmari to be on some patrols... Or at least nearby."

He nods.  "That sounds like a better way to do it."

She sighs. "Ugh. Well, you guys can maybe sleep today, I'll just try to normally ask around. I can pretend to be a school journalist pretty easily."

"I shouldn't actually sleep eight hours while the sun's out, I'll be nocturnal for weeks.  But I'll take a power nap, yeah.  - Can Ilmari work off recordings?"

Zeph chimes in: "Or live transmissions?"

"In some use cases but not straightforwardly - I could do a video conference where I am on one end or a recording meant for me or Codex, but not 'you secretly record someone talking to you'. I can as of recently get on-and-off results on politicians giving speeches."

" - Stop me if I don't seem likely to think of anything you haven't," Zeph says, "but what if Mach Seven were to say I'm recording this conversation so someone I'm working with can look over it, whether or not you say what you're working with them on exactly - does it change if you're up front about the fact that you're a lie detector - "

"If I tell them I'm a lie detector they usually try various creative and ultimately failed ways to deceive me. My power triggers at attempts to deceive me or my human directly. Live recordings usually work, if the person knows I am there to be deceived. Recordings where they are talking to you but know I will eventually listen sometimes work, but do not deliver false information. Attempts to deceive 'anyone listening' are unreliable. They do not have to know I in particular am listening, but if they know me my power is more reliable."

Zeph nods.  "Probably just easier to have you along, then, we can try tricks like that if there's some reason it's better for you to be elsewhere.  But your human is right, we should sneak in a few hours of sleep soon."

"I can call you guys if something comes up as an emergency?"

He snaps his fingers into a fingergun and says, "Yep.  But now I'm heading out before I keel over.  See you."

"See you around." And she'll go to take a catnap herself.

(Silver is somehow still wide awake. Why do energetic people exist.)

Mach Seven departs, sleeps a few hours, spends a day as Tobias Flynn working in retail hell, and regroups with his new superhero partners the day after that.

Codex is there, yawning.

And a girl in Silver Wolf's costume, leaning against Silver's daemon.

Mach Seven is only utterly baffled for about half a second, before he remembers Silver Wolf saying something about "boy and girl shapes" the other day, when they were planning interrogations.

"Hey guys.  - Sorry if this is a stupid question, but you're Silver Wolf, right?"

"Yeah! I change human shape sometimes, too, sorry," she says, waving.

"Hey, no worries."  Fingergun.  "Did I miss anything interesting?"

"All's quiet on the western front. So far at least."

He nods.  "Who's turn is it to do interrogations?"