Anyway—
Whether she listens or not, it doesn't have much impact on her.
After watching her for a while, the female frogman sighed in resignation and then said, "You sit first."
She lay prone in a pile of bushes, covered with leaves, cunningly hidden, but that recent movement had completely exposed her; she simply sat up from her squatting position on the ground.
Looking at her, Flossie Wright didn't hesitate and obligingly sat down.
"About earlier," the female frogman hesitated, her expression becoming somewhat embarrassed and her voice lowered a few notches, "I'm sorry I didn't clarify things beforehand."
"It's okay."
Squatting down a bit, Flossie Wright faced her and responded briskly.
Instantly, this surprised the female frogman once again, who looked at Flossie Wright skeptically for a while, and having confirmed that she truly wasn't angry, furrowed her brows perplexedly.
Wasn't this a bit different from her impression?
