On one hand the panelling got better since there's no action scenes, on the other hand still shots look almost lifeless and dialogue doesn't feel natural.
In 22 pages we got guts walking to the center of the room and standing there while a bunch of old men got spooked in a very awkward way...
I have a feeling there was a specific personal reason for this whole manga to exist.
Reads more like a bitter letter to someone, rather than an exploratory work.