"..."
Bronya always felt that Zhao Bai was not working seriously at all, but had brought her out sightseeing instead. This was hardly something to be happy about. Work should be taken seriously, after all—their conversation would later be written into the mission report.
"Please speak properly. Do not engage in unnecessary communication... over."
Bronya had picked up this habit too.
After Zhao Bai and Bronya jokingly went underwater, an ocean freight ship bound from the Far East to Canghai City sailed slowly onward. A figure stood quietly atop a shipping container, her sleek black hair fluttering in the wind, her eyes a pale violet. It was the young lady of the Far East, Raiden Mei.
Out of concern, she had secretly followed them aboard.
Bronya and Zhao Bai had gone underwater, but that did not stump her. Mei had made thorough preparations for this operation. She even had a ghillie suit—how could she possibly lack deep-diving equipment? It lay obediently beside her, its glass visor reflecting the light from the sky.
"Why did they specifically come here to dive?"
Mei muttered to herself in confusion.
Interrupting a couple's date did not seem particularly considerate, but Mei was simply curious. She had the sort of elder-like bewilderment toward the relationship between Bronya, Zhao Bai, and Theresa that people born in the sixties had toward those born in the eighties. How could someone raise a little girl while dating? It was utterly absurd.
She began putting on her diving equipment.
The wetsuit and glass helmet fitted tightly together without a gap. A distinct pressure constricted her chest—the effect of the miniature negative-pressure chamber.
The helmet would filter dissolved oxygen from the water like gills, so she did not need an oxygen tank.
There was a turbine device on her back, so