The woman sat down on the chair again after being thrown into the room once more, it was becoming repetitive more than anything. A sense of dread set in as she noticed Graves once again sitting on the other side of the table, the same disgusting smirk of his painted on his face. At this point, she'd rather just stay in her cell and rot than be in that person's sight for any longer. Regardless, the solitude after yesterday helped her come over her experiences yesterday.
"I'm not sure if you understand common sense, Sirian, but there's more to war than fighting on the frontlines. Ofcourse, that's probably not valid to you, considering you're already cornered like rats." her arrogance streak began showing once more.
"We know how to get around Bretonia and we have eyes and ears. Our intel didn't say there's lots of traffic or patrols at the time, and I made use of that. Simple, oui?"
