"Oh," Flossie Wright responded flatly, then shrugged, "Well, that's troublesome."
"..." Glenn Hutchinson's face darkened, and he spat, "Get in."
He said this as he pulled Flossie Wright into the cave to shelter from the rain, then left with a scowl on his face.
Watching Glenn Hutchinson's departing figure, Flossie Wright was utterly baffled.
What's going on?
Did she mess up by helping out?
What a hassle!
Frowning with irritation, Flossie Wright took off her hat, glanced around the cave, and then started bustling around inside.
First, she gathered some stones, regardless of whether they were wet or dry, as long as they were suitable, Flossie moved them and arranged them in a circle to serve as a "stone stove." Then, she strolled around nearby without going far, intending to find some dry firewood.
After all, she wasn't someone who could sit idle.
Except—
She had just managed to gather some flammable dry grass when she heard a cold voice from behind—
"Flossie Wright."
