I whisper to Joon-ho, "Don't look. Pretend we haven't noticed it. Let's keep it cool."
As we walk, Joon-ho quietly asks, "Guess that's from the Supermarket shelter?"
"I'm sure of it," I reply, my voice low and steady, trying to maintain a casual demeanour despite the unease settling in my stomach.
"But why?" he wonders, perplexed, his brows furrowing in confusion. "I thought we made a good deal with them."
"We can't blame them for being cautious," I explain, keeping my eyes fixed ahead. "We'd do the same if we were in their position."
Joon-ho nods reluctantly, his lips pressed together in a tight line. "Yeah, but I'm not happy about it."
"Let's pretend we don't know and keep walking," I suggest, my voice barely above a whisper. "Based on its look, it's a small drone with limited range. It'll lose us soon."
"Sure," Joon-ho agrees, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration.
