The guard, named Gavin Todd, was in his early twenties. His face was fair and clean, making him look like a greenhorn, but he was exceptionally kind.
"Thanks, buddy!"
"Ah, people in the base are always jumping to conclusions. Pregnant women are already more vulnerable than ordinary people. The place where they quarantine them is stuffy, hot, and has no ventilation—even a healthy person would get sick staying there for too long! If there are a lot of pregnant women in quarantine and they put the infected ones together with the healthy ones, wouldn't that just harm the healthy ones? Anyway, I just don't think it's a very sound policy!"
Flora Bloom nodded in agreement with Gavin Todd's words. Cynthia Grant did too. "The base's policy is definitely flawed, but I guess we're the lucky ones!"
Faced with Cynthia Grant's praise, Gavin Todd rubbed the back of his neck, abashed. "It's just my humble opinion," he said shyly.
