[center][h3][color=8F00FF]Nil[/color] [/h3][/center]

[b]The City of Phnom Penh - 11/11/2022 6:45 UTC+8[/b]

The conference was boring Nil out of her mind, it’s hard to say if before she even tried to listen to what was being said, but now she definitely wasn’t.

Fortunately while sitting on the side, the talking could feel more like background noise, annoying but not roaring, yet. This means Marta’s job was quite easy as Nil was dulled, but at least not irritated, instead opting to silence the world and scratch her seat.

When Noel arrived to gather the Task Force, Nil initially noticed the rest of her companions spring up from their seats and hurriedly got to their leader. Unwittingly and frankly bored, she followed the rest of the team, making sure to wave her arm as if she actually knew anyone there.

Things were going to get worse with every second.

Noel was visibly stressed as he talked to himself, he was probably speaking to the commies, commas, c-somethings.

She was absorbed in such language considerations when Superbia made his entrance, an unintendedly amusing one without his words, as Nil still had her mufflers on. He looked kinda like a… ventriloquist dummy? What even is that? Why did that analogy come to mind?

But now wasn’t the time to muse on words, so she removed her mufflers just in time to hear Noel’s orders.

[i]Enemy Troops? Shoot? Who?[/i]

Nil was too confused by the Cambodian turning against them and in the first crucial moments just saw Superbia as their enemy, but Henri was charging straight to him.

In confusion she prepared Stang looking around the room for the enemies.