"So, Andrew, are you really with the third miss of the Warm Fire Commerce Association?"
Sally, who seemed like a fit but inexhaustibly curious girl, looked over with interest, "Where is she now? How did you and she manage to evade our search and return to this camp? Is it really you, Andrew? You seem completely different from how I remember you. Though, admittedly, I didn't have much of an impression of you before."
Once she started talking, she couldn't stop, like a machine gun.
Andrew seriously suspected whether her mouth was blessed with some special magic effect!
"Alright, little Sally, there's no need to ask all that."
It was Hubert who finally interrupted Sally's barrage of questions, smiling, "I can already sense Barbara's presence, no need to worry. But you, Andrew—"
