"Aren't you two together?"
The veteran soldier, who Flossie Wright had shot, took his time sitting by a tree and asked them.
"Do you know where she went?"
Staring fixedly at him, Devina Millet asked urgently.
"Biscuits."
The veteran casually stretched out his hand toward her.
Such shameless behavior made Devina Millet frown.
But finding Flossie Wright was important.
So she quickly tossed two packs of compressed biscuits over.
"Over there."
Catching the compressed biscuits with one hand, the veteran didn't bother to look closely and casually pointed in a certain direction.
Of course, he wouldn't just say anything carelessly.
"Hey," strapping the rifle on her shoulder, Devina Millet took a couple of steps and then turned back to remind Vincent Field, "Be careful, I'm going ahead."
Vincent Field didn't even get the chance to speak before Devina Millet was already running off out of sight.
He could only shake his head helplessly.
...
Half an hour later.