Angie came upon a tall but narrow building. With far fewer exposed pipes and painted cement in place of heavy duty metal, it looked a lot more welcoming than the military compound.
Her eyes darted around. There were a few more soldiers returning home, including Valerie.
/Hm? She’s fast today./ Angie noted the difference based on the original soul’s memories.
/Does she have something on later?/
Angie took the stairs instead of the lift, even though her floor was the topmost level. Although the mask was highly breathable and efficient, exerting her body with the mask on still felt different. Moreover, the quality of air outside was poorer than the air pumped indoors.