Rupert took one of the cigarettes and managed to get it lit. It was a bit difficult considering he was still cuffed to the table and his range of motion limited, but he managed. While he took a couple drags off the cigarette, he looked over the woman across the table from him, trying to figure out her angle. From her appearance and beaning, he could tell this one was certainly no noble. Her voice was familiar, one of the few sympathetic to him during his surrender in New London space. He thought it possible she was sent by the SIS in a second attempt to draw information out of him, but that didn't really fit.
"You must be Captain Y'berg. I remember you from New London... Yeah, I know exactly how those rich pricks think. Always looking down at their noses at everyone, as if springing from the right loins makes them special..."
Rupert paused for a moment.
"No court date? Somehow, I'm not surprised. I must've struck a nerve with that SIS bint." Rupert took another drag off his cigarette. "As usual, justice in Bretonia only belongs the 'right' people. It's not for the likes of you and me."
