[Central Army Tent]
"You come to see me just now?" Gessa sat behind the map table, staring coldly at Winters, "Seems like you don't care about me at all!"
"I did think about coming to greet you first," Winters dragged the campaign chair from the other end of the map table to Gessa's side, feeling it wasn't close enough, he dragged it forward further, almost knee to knee, busying himself as he spoke,
"Thought about it over and over, felt I had to check the frontlines first. Otherwise, you'd glare and slam the table, asking me, 'As a soldier, you don't look into the frontline situation first and come to greet me instead, are you even fit to be a soldier?' I'd be looking for a hole to crawl into."
"Conversely, by checking the frontlines first, General Gessa, being generous, wouldn't hold it against a minor Major like me. Plus, understanding the situation first makes it easier to talk to General Gessa, wouldn't you say?"
