Leading a team was just a matter of passing by for Flossie Wright, especially since she leisurely walked at the back of the group, like she was just taking a stroll, without any burden at all.
Encountering such a laid-back Deputy Instructor, the trainees were quite distressed.
Holy crap, can we at least act serious?
Or, could you at least spare them a few glances?
This attitude of completely ignoring them, acting like she's just here to deal with things half-heartedly, compared to being scolded vigorously by the Instructor before, was even more uncomfortable, annoyingly uncomfortable!
Damn it, they're elites, right? What about the promised sense of presence?!
Yet, the more they thought like this, the less Flossie paid them any mind, casually walking with her arms crossed, occasionally stopping to chat with passing Veteran Soldiers, rather than looking at them.
Shooting Range.
