Beth, her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, her uniform hugging her curves, looked shocked. "How could this be?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief, her eyes flickering between Marina and me, as if she were trying to reconcile the man before her with the role I had claimed.
Marina, who had been watching the exchange with a detached expression, sighed and sat down on a nearby couch, her black dress riding up slightly as she crossed her legs.
"What… you guys don't get along well?" she asked, her voice light but laced with amusement, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she watched our interaction.
Lila turned to Marina, her posture rigid, her voice respectful but firm. "Ma'am, is there some issue…? she asked, her eyes flickering back to me. "I know this person is a civilian—he—" She paused, her brow furrowing as she searched for the right words.
