Might as well solve his little mood right now.
When Flossie Wright returned, Glenn Hutchinson was uncharacteristically sitting by the table, scribbling something in his notebook.
"Come here."
Just as she paused at the door, Glenn's voice came through.
In fact, Glenn didn't even lift his head.
Flossie twirled the cap a few times on her fingers, pondered, then closed the door behind her before stopping beside Glenn.
"Your female soldier profiles."
Glenn stopped writing and pushed the notebook aside.
Flossie pulled a chair over, casually swept up the notebook, and began to flip through it unhurriedly.
All in Glenn's handwriting, names listed one by one, with detailed introductions. Just a glance, and Flossie could estimate their physical abilities and qualities.
The only pity was that Flossie couldn't grasp their personalities.
To understand that, at the very least, you have to meet face to face.
