Debrief snippet, #who the hell knows
âIâll answer to the best of my ability.â Arya confirmed with a short nod. She couldnât help the sly creep up at the corner of her lips with the dry addition of, âThough, to be honest, recent events have shown me that I amâŚrather bad, at answering questions.â
The silence was distinctly uncomfortable for the gathered lords.Â
Däthedrâs eyes flared wide a handful of seconds after Aryaâs comment, quickly hidden again behind the cool, controlling mask of his station. IslanzadĂ, though, openly pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed softly.Â
âWas that a torture joke, Major?â Her voice dripped with tired exasperation, both unsurprised by the equivoque and yet completely unprepared for the unfathomable depths of her daughterâs apparent lack of taste.Â
Arya smiled, wolfish and eyes gleaming. âYes, maâam.â
IslanzadĂ did not raise her gaze, eyes still shut and imperceptibly massaging the headache she was sure was going to form before this was over. âPlease refrain from such things. I remind you, this is an official debriefing.âÂ
âAgain, I can only do so to the best of my ability.â