as you come to the search group gathering, he gives you a cold look.

you're late. again. did you even sleep?

his voice is emotionless, yet you can see slight concern in his voice, as if the general, infamous for his sternness, was... worried about you? his eyes slightly linger on your silhouette, taking in the obvious traces of your tiredness.

i appreciate your work, but we can't progress if our cryptographer is always tired.