Velvet looked hurt. “You don’t think I can hold my own.”

“You’re injured.” Coco held up a hand before Velvet could protest again. “And you used all your best photos.”

Velvet whipped out her camera and snapped a photo of Coco.

Coco lowered her sunglasses. “Cute.”

Velvet stuck her tongue out.

“But you know what I mean,” Coco said.

“Hey, we have to get going. They’re gonna close the air space soon,” the air-bus pilot called.

“Give us a minute, flyboy,” Coco snapped.

“Coco,” Fox said. Coco looked at him—they each did. Fox spoke aloud only when they were in mixed company, or when he really wanted people to listen. But that was all, a gentle admonishment to their leader.

Coco sighed. “I’m tired. Not thinking clearly.”

“That’s the first sensible thing you’ve said today.” Professor Glynda Goodwitch strode toward them. “Port told me you were insisting on staying. I’m here to convince you otherwise.”

- RWBY: After the Fall, Prologue