Shiro whirls, prosthetic humming brilliantly, adrenaline making his heart pound in his ears. He more than half expects to see Haggar's glowing eyes in the woman's face and hear her rough laughter. A phantom ache twinges across his side.

But the next second he recognizes her from the picture and forces himself to lower and deactivate his arm, breathing hard. Cold sweat has broken out over his brow. Swallowing heavily, he shakes his head, trying to get his focus back.

"Sorry... Empress. What did you say?" His heart is still beating so hard and so fast. He's going to have to try and hear past the rush of blood in his ears. And hope that he doesn't injure their mantlepiece by gripping it so tightly.