Jeanne walked out of the medical tent and saw Sistine in a blue and black city guard uniform standing not far away, smoking a cigarette.
"Come on, let's talk somewhere else," said Jeanne, passing by Sistine without stopping.
Sistine stomped on the cigarette and followed quietly. He has calmed down now, but his expression was still uncomfortable.
Jeanne took him to her tent, and the two sat on the folding chairs outside. Jeanne glanced at him while calmly operating her bracelet ID to open some photos and information. She skimmed over it and said, "You came very quickly. Earlier, you said it was three hours, but you actually arrived here in only two and a half hours."
"Hmm," Sistine hummed indifferently.
"Where is the helicopter parked?"
Sistine raised his finger and pointed to the south of the base.
