In the officers' rest room of the base, Sandora's brows were tightly knit, Muller and his two companions wore complex expressions, seemingly lost in thought. Dingdang was holding a huge lollipop, but apparently with no mood to taste it; the atmosphere was oppressively somber.
"Shh—" With a light sound, the alloy automatic door slid open gently beside Sandora, and I walked in, supported by Pandora.
"How are you?"
Sandora stood up and asked with concern.
"Nothing major, just a bit hungry..."
I scratched my head, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Because I had just thrown up last night's dinner...
There was no helping it, the shock to the body from that sort of emergency space transmission, coupled with the mental fatigue from combat, meant that merely vomiting was quite fortunate.