"Hmm."
Flossie Wright responded with a sound.
A moment later, Flossie used her right hand to press her temples and asked, "What's the situation down there?"
"It's alright," Glenn Hutchinson replied, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Any casualties?" Flossie continued to ask.
"Injuries," he answered.
Implied—no deaths yet.
"Oh."
Flossie responded lightly.
Within five minutes, Flossie was completely awake, her head still a bit dizzy, but it didn't affect her ability to think.
Seeing her looking as if she had just taken a bath, Glenn closed the doors and windows and poured her a cup of hot water.
"What's my status?" Holding a cup of hot water, Flossie took a sip slowly, then looked up through the steam, her gaze a bit unfocused. "Is it confirmed?"
"Yes," Glenn nodded, "You're an exception; stay behind."
