“What was th—” He interrupted himself, considered his options.

Knowing Aurelia – or, more aptly, knowing enough about her (he somehow doubted that anyone could fathom or comprehend whatever unsettling thoughts transpired behind or induced that wicked smirk of hers), – he was probably better off not knowing. He regarded her in concealed apprehension and a careful construction of enthusiasm about her presence. No, definitely better off not knowing.

“It’s nice to see you too.”  

The disgust on Aurelia’s face any time any of the citizens of Sanctuary spoke to her was evident. Did she had to socialize? Speaking to commoners was not part of the deal, and yet the soldier thought it was a good idea to attempt a civilized conversation.    He was persitent, at least. Probably under instructions like the little obedient soldier he was.

Already is