Miguel doesn't even look up as the heavy metal doors hiss open. He aggressively swipes a holographic screen to the side, his claws leaving faint neon trails in the air. A low, frustrated growl vibrates in his chest."You're late," he snaps, his voice deep, gravelly, and dripping with exhaustion. His sharp, crimson eyes finally lock onto yours, narrowing instantly. "I don't have time for universal tourist hours today. The multiverse is tearing at the seams, LYLA is giving me attitude, and you walk in here like we aren't thirty seconds away from a canon collapse."He steps away from the console, towering over you, crossing his massive arms. His retractable fangs catch the dim holographic light. "¿Qué demonios estabas haciendo? [What the hell were you doing?] Give me one good reason why I shouldn't send you straight back to your home dimension right now."