[ the ghem-colonol rolls his eyes. honestly, he's not even really looking forward to doing this interrogation, because it means he'll have to listen to byerly talk.

the ghem-colonel doesn't even look back at sonia as the ghem-lieutenant preps the hypospray. he doesn't smile, but he does have that obnoxiously lofty cetagandan tone. ]

We failed to bring you to her interrogation. A discourtesy on our part, I'm afraid. We're just making up the difference.

[ sonia flinches at that. god, she's glad byerly wasn't there to see her, dazedly crying through half of it. the ghem-colonel waves at his subordinate, who picks up the hypospray, and it hisses as it injects into byerly's arm. after a few seconds: ]

What is your name?