For an extended period, Fiorella observed him in silence, her demeanor reflective of profound contemplation over his request to meet her unpredictable father once more. The whirlwind of thoughts in her mind remained veiled – as was her custom, she meticulously controlled her facial expressions and gaze to conceal her true intentions.
"What about your inconspicuous entourage, Damien?"
Her lips twisted into a sardonic smirk as she gestured subtly towards the four men serving as Damien's honor guard at Barrier Gate.
Following these words, she delicately lifted her right hand to her lips, whispering quietly in her native tongue into her watch. Shortly thereafter, two additional individuals, bearing the same alien elegance as herself and dressed in civilian attire, appeared from the corridor she had just left, proceeding towards the ship. Were they her honor guard – assassins masquerading as civilians? If she told him that she was a soldier in her past, now there are no signs of it in her modus operandi. They even gave Damien a polite, welcoming smile as they passed him.
"Do they remain here aboard the station, or are they expecting to accompany you?"
The absence of discernible irritation in her voice suggested that Fiorella was either adept at masking it or had grown accustomed to transporting various VIPs and their entourages aboard her vessel.
