Khan looked up, still smoking his cigarette. Gesturing towards the settee across from him.
"Take a seat," he said, a close Bretonian accent in his voice. "And tell me why you want to join the Coalition?"
He watched her, his eyes locked on hers, cold, unfeeling and unmoved by her fear. The gun was within easy reach, and in the corner of the room the two experienced Coalition NCOs gripped their rifles at the ready.