Is there anyone Velvet Vixen trusts

Madame Mirage lifts her brows in surprise as Velvet Vixen answers with nothing more than a simple:

“No.”

No sass. No sarcasm. No performance. Just… truth.

For the first time since the show began, the table goes quiet.

Mirage watches her carefully, as if weighing the weight of that answer more than the words themselves. Her gloved fingers pause mid-wand-tap. For the briefest moment, her expression softens—not out of pity, but curiosity.

“No one?” she says softly, more to herself than to Vixen.

Velvet Vixen stays quiet, her eyes narrowed but her walls up again.

She can’t know about McKenna.

Not that Mirage seems to be prying. She smiles again, slow and thoughtful this time, as if tucking that answer away for later.

“That explains a few things,” she hums. “No anchor. No safety net. Just masks, cameras, and ropes.”

She brushes a strand of hair from Velvet Vixen’s face with the tip of her wand—gentle but mocking.

“Let’s keep digging, shall we?”