Even so, the food supply is unstable, almost everyone living from feast to famine.
Gita quietly looked in that direction. She has always been obedient, and although she knows they may likely die here, her heart remains calm.
Colin heard that they plan to fix the Wind Detector—that thing can be used as a communication amplifier. But with communications cut off, what use is it? It's but a last resort. Rustling sounds came from behind, as Affia sleepily emerged from the lower cabin—the image of Miss Arcanist still somewhat presentable.
Yet also dust-laden.
"Gita, haven't you slept?" She saw Miss Natural Historian and asked, somewhat surprised.
Gita shook her head.
Affia looked from afar at the men below fiddling with their only hope.
She watched for a while, then suddenly asked, "Where is Gita from?"
Gita turned back to look at her. "Earth."
"I know that," Affia asked again, "There are many countries on Earth, right?"
"China."
"China?"
