[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Well, it helps me relax, so get over it." Tsae winces, immediately regretting the words, but doesn't bother apologizing. Not a habit she'd prefer to get into, given her propensity for insulting him. "It's not like it shoots unless I tell it too," she adds lamely.

"Anyway." She starts to slowly pace the tiny room, the flat heels of her boots clacking against the floor. "Heading into an active warzone doesn't sound appealing. Did you want to talk to the one I captured, or not? I'm getting claustrophobic in here." Her foot catches on the leg of the chair she'd been sitting in and sends it clattering across the floor. Tsaerri bites back an expletive and lets out a high-pitched sigh instead.

"Maybe I do need that drink..." she mutters.