At her words, her teammates all laughed.
"You weren't asleep for a long time. You were passed out for a long time."
"The drill instructor said to go find something to eat in the mess hall on your own when you woke up."
"Er, thanks. I'll head to the mess hall now." Claire Sinclair was starving, so she said no more, got out of bed, and rushed to the mess hall.
The moment she left, her teammates started talking among themselves.
"I wouldn't have guessed it, but that girl's pretty tough."
"Yeah, running until she passed out… I don't even have that kind of willpower."
"There's really no need to push that hard. The drill instructor won't force you if you can't run. She's adorably naive."
"Exactly. We're not real soldiers, after all. Who cares if we can finish the run?"
…
When Claire Sinclair arrived at the mess hall, she unexpectedly saw someone there—it startled her so much she thought she must be dreaming.
"Mr. Quincy, what are you doing here?"
