"Hello, I'm here to check on things," I state, glancing at Venidith, who's seated in a corner, gently combing Sam's hair.
"Oh? Bored, huh?" Venidith remarks as she continues combing, "We are too. Stellar mentioned a slight delay, but we should be on the move by lunch."
Observing the activity around, people engaged in their assigned tasks, and the sound of buttons clicking fills the air. A sense of restlessness creeps in—am I feeling antsy?
"Ah, I'm John Abdulrahman, the Commanding Officer. I believe you already know that, Sir Alexander," John states, stroking his bushy white beard. "My instincts tell me you're restless, eager to do something."
I admit things have been moving at a slow pace. Gustav is nowhere in sight, and numerous unanswered questions linger. The current pace feels too sluggish for my liking.
