This was their first time seeing the female captain of their team.
Since the selection, she had never appeared, and now, upon her arrival, she was immediately surrounded by over ten female soldiers, bombarded with enthusiastic questions.
Flossie Wright and her two companions had just walked back when they stumbled upon this scene.
In the dormitory's first-floor corridor, a crowd had gathered, even Jessie Grain and Mariana Buck stood on the periphery.
In the middle of the crowd were two people.
One was very familiar to them, Nancy Phillips.
The other—
Looking at the one-bar-three-star shoulder mark on her shoulders, others could guess her identity too.
Compared to Nancy Phillips, the female captain seemed much more approachable.
With short hair, no military cap on, a rounder face, about thirty, Maxwell Moore wore a gentle smile on her face.
Not particularly beautiful, but she looked mature and poised.
Quite pleasing to the eye.
"This is... the captain?"
