'Mr Ouph, could you spare a moment please?' A reporter asked tentatively as Pethant walked around one of the defensive outposts stationed in between the boundary of Zone 4 and 5 with his massive cameramen's armour in hand.
He glanced towards the side and bent down slightly before whispering: 'Sorry...I am at work, just like you.'
'My.....apologies.' The reporter said, biting her lips before her eyes quickly scanned around as her hands reached into her pocket and took out a business card, 'how.....about a drink after work?'
'Look at ya, Mr Popular!' Nicki's fierce voice came from behind Pethant as she kicked the boots of Pethant's cameraman armour, causing a loud clank that echoed in the area, 'Care to give me a hand?!'
'I am coming!' Pethant smiled apologetically before turning around, his hands too full to take the card from the poor reporter.
