[ the fact that mockery is suddenly gone is nauseating and unsettling, but it doesn't weaken her point. she just stares at him, glares. ]

So they're letting their new lapdog privy to their plans now? You haven't been in this war very long, Byerly. They're always hostages, that's it. [ somewhere in there she'd cooled down for just a moment, but her teeth clench again, eyes burning. she wants to him again and she hates it, but her disgust is purely directed at him. ] Had this really not occurred to you when they took me, fast-penta'd me, and threw me in a holding cell without ransom? God, you really are shortsighted.