The woman sat silent. She was clearly worn out from the recent experiences, her messed long hair and baggy eyes only encouraging the notion.
The commander's voice worked like nails on a chalkboard, ruining the reflective silence and aggrevating Lachance.
"I'm not going to answer your questions, Sirian! Return me to Leeds unharmed, and maybe the Armee will be more forgiving! You don't want to suffer the same fate as that commander I've shot down, do you?"the woman spoke in a distinct Gallic accent.
A glint of exhaustion was hidden in her voice that she was desperately trying to hide, as to not give an impression that she will be easy to interrogate.
