It was a lazy afternoon, a brief moment of respite. Yuu sat on a bench outside the base, sipping coffee and idly gazing at the sky. Day after day, it was the same yet different routine. Never boring, but draining nonetheless. Troubles and hassles never ceased, and there was still a part of her that hadn't quite grown accustomed to this world. How many more days, months, years—no, surely this reconstruction effort would stretch far beyond such spans of time. She let out a sigh and dropped her gaze from the sky. A familiar flash of blond hair caught the corner of her eye, and a moment later, the scent of smoke drifted over. This, too, was one of Yuu's not-so-trivial worries as of late.

Stanley Snyder. An impossibly handsome man, and capable at his work too. To anyone living in this world, he was one of those figures people aspired to be. Yuu, however, found it hard to figure out how to deal with him. The reason being, she wasn't all that good at English conversation. Everyday chatter she could just barely manage, but the words he spoke were simply too difficult. His pace was fast, and he'd toss out nothing but words she'd never been taught. Every time she'd rack her brain, he'd just narrow his eyes with amusement. She figured she was probably being toyed with, but when he stared at her like that, it was a little—no, quite—terrifying, and honestly, she wished he'd cut it out.