Vestra raised a hand, and the datapad Lana had left on the couch flew into her grasp. With a tap, she woke its darkened screen and scrolled through Lana's proposal. "Look at this – setting up more safeguards, researching tech to improve defences, training troops and civilians to defend against mental domination, defend, defend, defend. Absolute nonsense."
She flicked her wrist and sent the datapad flying to the floor, where it bounced across hard durasteel with loud, painful clatters.
Already incensed by the casual rebuke, Lana dug her fingers into Vestra's collar, white-knuckled in the full heat of her fury. "Vestra!"