There was no one else inside the truck - all the other grunts were on their assigned positions, either at the research station in the other truck or somewhere else. So Jupiter, or G-3 - she didn't even know which alias to use anymore - figured that whoever was knocking had come for her.
She was just in a black tank top and panties - she hadn't even decided whether she should wear her Commander uniform or a grunt uniform her size she had managed to find. So she just put on her white boots - those were the same for both outfits, thankfully - and opened the door.
"... M-Master Cyrus!" she instantly blushed a deep crimson. "P-please excuse my state of undress."
He noticed, of course, but he didn't betray that as he spoke with her normally. "Give your report," he said simply as he stepped inside without asking permission, brushing past her. "Begin with why you have not joined the others."
"... Acclimatizing to my new situation is going to take some time, sir. I was making preparations to... change my hair as required by the protocol." When she felt the cold start to bite, she pulled a blanket from one of the beds and wrapped it around herself.
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She was just in a black tank top and panties - she hadn't even decided whether she should wear her Commander uniform or a grunt uniform her size she had managed to find. So she just put on her white boots - those were the same for both outfits, thankfully - and opened the door.
"... M-Master Cyrus!" she instantly blushed a deep crimson. "P-please excuse my state of undress."
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