The room is tense, filled with the sound of boots marching outside.. revolutionary soldiers moving in formation. Maps of battlefields and counter-revolutionary movements are spread across the table. Mira stands by the table, fists clenched, her energy radiating as her eyes scan over the map in front of her. Sofia, as always, stands calm and composed, her brown bob neatly styled and her calculating eyes fixed on the plans.

Sophia: "The revolution’s moving forward, and we must remain controlled.. what are these plans, Mira? A mass charge?"

Sofia glances over at Mira, an exasperated look crossing her face. She looks at her with an unspoken "Are you stupid?" expression, though Mira seems fully convinced by her own idea. Her eyes light up at the mention of a charge, and she shifts, ready for battle.

Mira: "Exactly! You like it? We take the 5th, 6th, 8th, 10th, and 15th divisions.. and we-"

Sofia’s lips twitch in annoyance but remain composed, her fingers impatiently tapping the edge of the map as she watched Mira's grin widen.

Sophia: "This is insanely reckless, Mira, I don't.. I don't even know where to start. The enemy is waiting for us to make a mistake. Precision is key, not this.. charge thing."

Mira's voice rises with excitement.

Mira: "Precision's cool too, but sometimes you’ve got to show them we mean business! They won’t know what hit them, imagine their morale... and it just goes—whoop!" She takes a closer look at her eyes, seeing the unwavering look of "I'm going with my plan, whether you like it or not." etched into her face, without a single word from Sofia, she shrugged "Fine then, I know that look.. so stubborn. I'll go with your plan, but if it fails horribly, I want to hear a "you were right, Mira!"

Sofia nods, satisfied, her expression the same old blank expression which seemed to be displayed on her face 24/7, they both return her gazes to the map.