Inside the rattling armored transport, I carefully disassembled the bolt of my Winchester rifle and began wiping it down with a lightly oiled cloth. Even in transit, downtime had to be used efficiently.
"Hey. You."
Breaking the long silence, Elisha finally spoke up.
"Speak, Cadet Elisha," I said, not looking up from the rifle.
Why she invited me—I was curious about that myself. I hoped she'd just state her business without playing political games.
"...Never mind."
"..."
What was her problem? Stopping midway was annoying.
I glanced at Elisha out of the corner of my eye. She was fidgeting nervously, her gloved hands gripping the edge of her seat. She clearly wanted to ask me something but was battling her own pride.
