"Yeah," Frost replied, opening it.
Ava looked him over, her gaze moving from his shoulders to his boots before returning to his face.
"Good. Come with me."
He followed her into the corridor, trying not to appear quite as eager as he felt.
He had spent so long imagining the moment he would finally leave the base that simply walking towards it felt unusual.
Part of him was excited, while another part kept reminding him that the world outside had nearly killed him once already.
They found the others waiting in a room near the training halls.
There were four of them, two young women and two young men, all wearing suits identical to his.
The same grey material, the same dark padding, and the same practical lack of decoration. Seeing them together made Frost glance down at himself again.
It seemed having his suit made specially for him meant getting one that fitted properly rather than receiving anything unique.
