"Yeah," you say, nodding. "Yeah, I know her, she's-"

The simulation vanishes even before you've said the words, like it knows you're telling the truth.

"Candor," Emery says, nodding approvingly and lightly hitting your shoulder. "Good choice, Y/N. It suits you, you'd fit right in there."

You smile back at him, happiness bubbling up inside you. Candor. "Thanks for the serum. That was amazing."

Advance to 5.