Walking down the street, Sherry seemed a bit miffed, "Why won't that old man answer my questions! When I talk to him, it's like he doesn't even hear me... Is it because I'm short, that I'm being disregarded like this?!"
"I think the main reason isn't that you're short, it's because you kept pestering him about the factory," Duncan glanced sideways at the girl, "Besides, instead of wasting time on a local who doesn't want to cooperate, wouldn't it be better to see the factory with your own eyes?"
Sherry pursed her lips and didn't say any more, and in front of her and Duncan, at the end of the street, the silhouette of the factory, which had been abandoned eleven years before, was faintly visible.