Crossing the line

Victor's use of the title was laced with irony. Her expression shifted subtly, at first, it was blank and unreadable, but after Victor's words, a flicker of annoyance broke through. Her brows knitted ever so slightly, and a hint of a frown tugged at the corner of her mouth. It was a small change, but enough to show her irritation beneath the calm exterior.

"Don't call me that. You know I don't belong in that world,"

 A grin took over Victor's face.

"Maybe you don't think you do. But like it or not, that's where you come from. And one day, like it or not, you'll have to return to that life. I bet you miss sitting in a comfy chair while the rest of us were out here getting our hands dirty."