The plan was simple: ruffle some feathers, make some noise, and see what came out of it. From the way Rex was finding it harder to hide his anger, I must be doing something correctly.
Rex gritted his teeth and drew in a deep breath, and when he seemed to have placed his emotions under control, he replied slowly, as if he was afraid I would not understand his statement,
"You are, however, asking me a great many questions about a conversation I did not have, a scholar I am not in the confidence of, a commander who does not report her movements to me, and you spouting nonsense while you look like you have not slept properly. Are you ill, Voss?"
I blinked. When he said it like that, he sounded very reasonable… too reasonable in fact, but there were gaps in his story, and I had seen strange things after several loops that defied meaning, but at the moment, I could not find the right words to reply with, and I said.
"I am in great shape, in fact, I had eight hours of pleasant sleep."
