When Gloria woke up, she found herself lying on the metal bed in her dorm room.
Elodie was beside her, mixing some medicine.
"Thanks." Gloria slowly sat up, thanked her, and then remembered something, her face full of guilt.
"Elodie, I'm sorry. I got scared and almost got you in trouble. Felix didn't do anything to you, did he?"
She had been taken upstairs so quickly that she hadn't had time to worry about Elodie's situation.
Now that she thought about it, she felt a lingering fear.
Elodie handed her the prepared medicine. "Forget it. In our line of work, we're used to it. But you're so small and thin. I didn't expect you to be such a good dancer. Did you take lessons?"
Gloria smiled. "It was a long time ago.
I only know a little."
Elodie looked a bit envious. "You must have had a good childhood if your parents let you take dance lessons."
Realizing she might have said something wrong, Elodie quickly tried to apologize.
