"Just a little girl, after all. Full of empty boasts. Chester, do you think one person—no, even if her whole team of nineteen—could get eight thousand Crystal Cores in a single day?" Morgan Sterling scoffed at Chester Sawyer, who was standing nearby. Before Chester could answer, Morgan shook his head and chuckled. "She's just a girl. Why am I even getting worked up over her? Ah well, time for bed."
Chester Sawyer raised an eyebrow and looked at Morgan Sterling. "Aren't you going to wait for her?"
Morgan Sterling stopped in his tracks. He turned to look at Chester Sawyer, sizing him up as if he were a stranger. "Wait for her? You really think she'll show up and expect me to take her to the villa district outside the safe zone? Are you kidding me? You know what's out there! Even Seth Warren, Heath Holden, and I combined had to flee with our tails between our legs. You expect me to send a slip of a girl out there to die? What kind of person do you take me for?"
