Debrief snippet, #who the hell knows
“I’ll answer to the best of my ability.” Arya confirmed with a short nod. She couldn’t help the sly creep up at the corner of her lips with the dry addition of, “Though, to be honest, recent events have shown me that I am…rather bad, at answering questions.”
The silence was distinctly uncomfortable for the gathered lords.
Däthedr’s eyes flared wide a handful of seconds after Arya’s comment, quickly hidden again behind the cool, controlling mask of his station. Islanzadí, though, openly pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed softly.
“Was that a torture joke, Major?” Her voice dripped with tired exasperation, both unsurprised by the equivoque and yet completely unprepared for the unfathomable depths of her daughter’s apparent lack of taste.
Arya smiled, wolfish and eyes gleaming. “Yes, ma’am.”
Islanzadí did not raise her gaze, eyes still shut and imperceptibly massaging the headache she was sure was going to form before this was over. “Please refrain from such things. I remind you, this is an official debriefing.”
“Again, I can only do so to the best of my ability.”