In the station, at the port, a standoff tamed the tension pervading the scene. It made it shift from having its source outside to having a new center, like a bubble quietly coming up, wrapped in the bigger apocalyptic thunderstorm outside.
The two officers focused on the inside of the station and tightly scrutinized the group of three. They were primed and ready to spring into action at any moment while, deep in their eyes, was a wariness for another surprise like the white-haired human fighting outside.
The atmosphere kept shifting with each blow exchanged outside, each explosion going off. Hannah stepped forward when she saw one of the officers' eyes linger on Estrella, her energy coming up to the surface in pallid blue wisps that kissed the artificial atmosphere of the port.
The officers immediately reacted. The one in the middle dryly mumbled in a loud whisper:
"Water."
