In the cabin, Nora sat cross-legged on the bed, motionless, as if meditating. She had remained in that position since entering the cabin hours ago, without the slightest movement. She wore a black tracksuit, the hood pulled low to cast her face in shadow. Only her pale chin and thin lips were visible beneath the fold of fabric.
Upon hearing Robert's knock and voice, she finally moved. She slid off the bed and adjusted her posture. Even in the island's humid, sweltering air, she wore gloves and made no attempt to remove them. A pair of black running shoes covered her feet, silent with each step.
She opened the cabin door and descended the stairwell without a word. Robert followed closely behind, never daring to guide her… as he felt that she needed no directions.
As they reached the tunnel entrance, Robert finally spoke.
"Edward, this is Miss Nora. From now on, she has the final say here. Don't waste time with pleasantries… she only cares about the work."
