They hadn't eaten anything since dinner last night, and now eighteen hours had passed, leaving them hungry to the point where their stomachs clung to their backs.
"Allies."
Nancy Phillips responded, tilting her head slightly to look at the people discussing strategy nearby.
"Thanks."
With a casual word of thanks, Flossie Wright naturally accepted the piece of chocolate.
After all, she needed to replenish her energy.
Sitting down cross-legged, Flossie placed the sniper rifle on her thigh, tucked away the folding knife, and leisurely began eating the chocolate.
"Got any more?"
As soon as she finished, Flossie heard approaching footsteps and, without even lifting her head, asked bluntly.
Nancy Phillips's pace halted slightly, showing a hint of surprise before she shrugged her shoulders.
She pulled another piece of chocolate from her pocket and tossed it to her.
Flossie caught it as if it were a given.
