Onora felt like she was watching—no, more like forced to sit through—a not-very-funny mime performance.
Just watching the lot down there move around was enough to make her wonder what the hell these people were doing. Had they noticed she was watching them, so they deliberately staged this whole show to relax her vigilance?
No. Judging from what was happening right in front of her, they simply didn't have that kind of IQ.
Onora covered her face, wanting to speak but stopping, stopping but wanting to speak, wanting to speak yet stopping again, and in the end nothing came out of her mouth.
The bad news was, watching this whole grand performance had already had a negative impact on her mental state. She'd better file this as occupational injury.
The good news was, at least she'd learned some intel from this mime that she'd never known before.
So this counted as getting compensation for her work injury in a way she'd never even imagined?
