"Here's a thought," Stuart Weston, who had been anxiously watching for nearly twenty minutes, and was soaked in sweat, suddenly nudged Becca Reyes with an elbow, and whispered sinisterly, "It's understandable that a person with strong mental strength can stay calm in the face of danger, but Flossie Wright's composure has reached a divine level. Is she even human?"
From the beginning, he didn't worry much about Calvin Ramos. His attention was all on Flossie. Flossie's consistent pace earlier could be explained by her having ample endurance, but the fact that she was still able to maintain her turtle-like pace after such a long time, not to mention her eerily calm demeanor, was about to drive Stuart mad.
That height, it's enough to frighten the life out of anyone, not to mention make their heart pound irregularly. Yet there she was, daring to look down occasionally, as if she was admiring the beautiful view from above...
She's not human, is she?!
"Less talking."
