Obal shrugged casually, her hand still resting on the table where her dagger had been moments before. "I got it," she said confidently, her voice steady and self-assured, as though the solution were as simple as breathing.
Stacy's eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening as she leaned in slightly, her voice sharp with irritation. "You got it? Really? If you guys make any more fuss, you'll be kicked out of the Tremo. Do you want that?" Her tone carried a note of urgency, eyes flicking between them, clearly expecting her words to knock some sense into the group.
Haru leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. His carefree demeanor didn't quite match Stacy's seriousness. "Yeah, yeah. I get it," he said with a resigned sigh. "I don't even know the exact location of the exam. Walking there isn't an option." His tone, though casual, hinted at genuine concern beneath his relaxed facade.
