Polly Sutton returned to the room, which was a single dormitory. Since there were no females at the base, there was no women's bathroom, so Polly Sutton's room was temporarily arranged with a private bathroom.
The other researchers could only go to the large bathhouse to bathe, which was quite considerate towards Polly Sutton.
After showering, Polly Sutton came out and saw the man sitting on her bed, currently flipping through her notes. Polly Sutton leaned against the door and looked at the man, "Commander, coming to my room in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid of being seen and reported?"
Victor put a bookmark in her notebook and closed it, "What's up with your junior?"
Polly Sutton glanced at Victor's expression and knew he was genuinely a bit angry, although she didn't know why.
"Probably because of male chauvinism; he thinks I need care." Polly Sutton went over and threw a towel at him, "Why is there not even a hairdryer?"
