"We'll consider it," Glenn Hutchinson said gravely,
Suddenly, Iris Dukes's eyes lit up, "Does that mean there's a chance for me?"
"Mmm."
Glenn Hutchinson answered truthfully.
They needed female soldiers, any with potential.
At the very least, Iris Dukes's physical fitness scores were completely satisfactory.
In the Frogman Forces, it was difficult to find many who were stronger than her physically.
"By the way," Iris Dukes slightly tilted her head, poking her chin with her finger and blinking her clean eyes, she looked at the hat in Glenn Hutchinson's hand and said, "I just saw Flossie over by the field."
Glenn Hutchinson raised his eyebrows.
His gaze lingered on her, discerning her cleverness. Then Glenn Hutchinson slightly knitted his brows and turned to walk into the kitchen.
The field was just outside the canteen, and the kitchen to the dining hall was the most direct route.
