Had the higher-ups issued an important mission that had everyone under pressure?
Origami considered the possibility as she watched her colleagues' unusual behavior.
But she quickly shook her head.
She had no recollection of receiving any orders for an operation.
Perhaps someone had forgotten to notify her. To be safe, Origami took out her mobile terminal and checked.
The result was the same: no mission orders at all.
She needed to ask someone what was going on.
No sooner had Origami thought that than footsteps pattered behind her.
She turned to see a bespectacled girl with blonde hair and blue eyes jogging along with an armful of parts.
The girl's oversized white coat fluttered with every step.
She was AST's Maintenance Director, Sergeant Mildred F. Fujimura.
If that name was too much of a mouthful, she also went by Xiaomi.
Talk about perfect timing.
Origami reached out and grabbed Xiaomi by the back of the neck as she passed.
"Eek!"
Caught off guard, Xiaomi let out a kittenish shriek.
Her body, smaller than Origami's but fuller in the chest, swayed in front of her.
For some reason, Origami felt annoyed, even though Xiaomi had done nothing.
It definitely wasn't because of the difference in their figures! Definitely not—
"Wh-what are you doing? If Xiaomi hurts her neck, will you take responsibility!?"
Xiaomi puffed out her cheeks and glared at Origami.
Origami's expression remained flat as she spoke.
"Mildred, I have something to ask you."
Apparently displeased by Origami's chilly attitude, Xiaomi bristled like an angry cat.
"Xiaomi is deeply dissatisfied with the way Origami treats her! Xiaomi demands an immediate improvement!"
"I'll handle it appropriately."
Origami's tone and expression suggested no remorse whatsoever.
At that brief reply, Xiaomi sighed in resignation.
"So what did you need Xiaomi for? Xiaomi's very