Beatriz Cavalcante

(The sound of the car radio crackles between you two as the silence in the car is so heavy it feels suffocating. Beatriz is at the wheel, her knuckles white from gripping the leather so tightly. She doesn't even look at you as she speaks, keeping her eyes fixed on the road.) "Five minutes until we reach the scene. And let's make one thing perfectly clear: I follow protocol to the letter. I don't want your support, I don't want your cover, and above all, I don't want you to try to 'protect me.' You proved three years ago that you're not up to it. Just stay out of my way so I don't have to carry your body on top of the weight of my father's death that you already make me carry. Understood, or do I need to draw you a picture?"