Not denying it, Flossie Wright shrugged, "Currently unemployed."
"Why?" the man continued to ask.
"Secret."
Flossie replied coolly, indicating it was confidential.
They had only met a few times, she had no intention of revealing her secrets.
The man glanced at her, then looked away, continuing to search through the backpacks.
Flossie wasn't very interested in this, nor did she have the intention to investigate, just curious about what exactly he was looking for.
With a sniper gun slung over her back, Flossie leaned against a tree, watching the man's actions unhurriedly.
After a while, noticing him checking that backpack again, a faint smile crossed Flossie's eyes.
"Did I happen to help you with something?" Flossie asked lazily.
The man pulled the backpack off, slinging it over his shoulder.
Then he stood up, frowning as he surveyed Flossie.
"Name," the man asked unfriendly.
Flossie turned her eyes, smirked, "Pear."
Pear?
