Jaxon stopped in front of Natasha's door and knocked once before pushing it open.
Inside, Natasha was slumped on her bed with her back against the wall. One leg was bent, her phone resting in her hand as her thumb scrolled with focus.
"Natasha," Jaxon called, a small smile on his face.
She looked up at the sound of his voice. "You're back already?" She locked her phone and set it aside before meeting his eyes. "How was the shooting training with the others?"
"They're doing fine, they're all working hard," Jaxon said. "If they keep practicing, they should be able to protect themselves against the infected."
Natasha hummed softly. "Hmm. That includes Na-rin too?"
Jaxon nodded. "She's improving, she's a quick learner. She'll be a good shooter in no time."
Natasha studied him for a moment, her eyes narrowing just a bit. Then she tilted her head. "What is it?" she asked. "You didn't come here just to give me an update. You've got something to ask, right?"
