The scene with the spilled coffee distracted Ade from playing chess against herself. One could swear that a smirk quickly crossed Adelaide's usually unperturbed face. But even if so, it was only a momentary weakness. The Commandant quickly regained the plain expression—except for a raised eyebrow—and looked intently at the officer in question. "Madam Commandant..." was all that Jean-Baptiste could say about the mishap. Surely, he realized the extent of his failure. Coffee was almost a luxury by Enclave standards, and rationing was in effect.
"At ease, Capitaine Grenouille," she remarked it a rather formal manner, despite not wearing the uniform this time. Tilting her head, she leaned backwards on the sofa, a glass of berry juice in hand. "It was only a cup of coffee. You can try not spilling next one in..." the Commandant tilted her head, red hair falling on the shoulders. In her mind, she was calculating when Jean-Baptiste would get his next ration of coffee. "In 5 days, I believe."
