Maya Monroe walked on the concrete floor, waving her hand to scatter the dust: "The smell here is too strong. Let's open the window."
Miles Wallace responded and then walked to the window.
A "click" sound was followed by a sudden "bang" of shattering.
Maya Monroe retracted her gaze and hurried toward Miles Wallace's direction: "What happened?"
Miles Wallace looked complicated: "The window cracked."
The already broken window shattered into pieces of various sizes at that moment.
"Are you hurt?"
"No, I just stepped back."
Miles Wallace crouched down, intending to pick up a shard of glass.
Maya Monroe hastily stopped him: "Wait, you can't pick it up directly!"
Miles Wallace paused, then obediently withdrew his hand.
Maya Monroe said: "If you pick it up directly, you'll get hurt. Come on, get up. I'll find a broom or something to clean it up."
Miles Wallace stood up: "Thank you, senior."
"It's nothing."
