Angry voices echoed within the spacious cavity, even disturbing the water at the edge of the square, creating circles of ripples.
The crew of the Glory standing on the concrete floor involuntarily stopped in their tracks, momentarily uncertain how to proceed.
The atmosphere on the scene turned somewhat stiff.
Or rather, awkward.
Especially for the few "outsiders" from Shelter No. 404—Sesame Paste didn't know what to do and turned to Si Si, whose tail had quietly started toying with Meat Meat's chest hair, with nowhere else to put her hands.
Si Si glanced at the door of the refuge and made eye contact with Sesame Paste, who was casting questioning looks, then shook her head.
"There's no terminal."
"Ah, this…"
A look of headache appeared on Sesame Paste's face.
But this was also quite reasonable.
