"I could need your help for other questions that I don't have in mind yet." Sid answers the Lieutenant ask making a salute "And anyways you know more than me, saw that I found you engaging against her ship. You could, in fact, have more questions than I have in mind" He invites the Lieutenant to take a chair and to sit down
"Aye, guv."
He takes a worn, steel folding chair that was leaned against the wall. The creaking, as he folds it awkwardly, echoes in silence. Apparently he still hasn't let the kinky smile go. Although he speaks to Sid, he turns it towards Ambre. "Should I continue alone, guv? You've been working hard, you need some rest."
"No thanks, I've told that I could need help for this stubborn" Sid's face returns to Ambre
"Now! Answer the question! Why were you alone? What was your mission?"
Ambre's mood turned from neutral to shock once she heard the second officer's voice. She remembers that voice clearly - from mocking and taunting him to the desperate fight of before. He looked nearly exactly like she imagined - uncultured, poor and villainous. While she could normally bear the treatment she usually received, Graves' staring and awkward smile made her want to crumple up and disappear from his dignity-eliminating eyesight in shame. She knew she was in trouble, deep trouble, if that man decides to take up revenge on the unfortunate history between the two.
Lachance nearly jumped at Graves' suggestion to proceed alone, relief hit like a bucket of cold water as the other officer declined.
"I'm still going to stand by my words. Moreover, what is this.. fiend doing here?!" she points to Graves, clearly frustrated with his presence.
"You should know it!" Sid doesn't change humor "He could be your nemesi or he could help me to get the informations that we want, by hook or by crook!" He see Graves, then he re-looks Ambre
"He can't wait to... socialize with you! Remember! Before you obey me, before this nightmare will finish!"
So far, Graves has been sitting, nervously shaking his leg and throbbing his fingers against the metal table. The gradual disappearance of his smile added to the impression that he had thought the interrogation would be more interesting. His eyesight wandered across the chamber, but usually ended up below Ambre's neck. He interrupted Sid, uninvited: "Are you sure you aren't being too nice to her, guv? If you don't have the stomach for it, I do!"
Sid seemed ready to that interruption.
"If she won't continue to collaborate with good" he takes a breath "She will be all yours..." He said it with a "sad" tone. He didn't want to pass to bad ways but he haven't any choice...
Shivers ran down her spine as she heard Sid's response.
"Let's make a deal, then..." she crossed her arms, leaning back into the chair with a small screak. Graves' creepy staring made her mind start to spin, she couldn't think properly without getting distracted. She kept taking very brief glances at Graves while talking to the officer, quickly turning her focus back to Sid once she saw that he hasn't changed his expression one bit.
"I'll tell you exactly what I was doing there, but in return I want a ship out of this stinking Sirian hellhole. Far away from this creep and every single one of those guards. Back to where I belong!" the pilot's voice grew more emotional and less solemn.
"I don't know what they will do with you after the interrogation and I don't know if you will say the truth, after more time of obstinacy! You could say this thing before! Now you gave me more doubts, if trust you or not."
Sid looks down, he seemed uncertain, if trust on the words of an enemy of the state that he couldn't go to check it himself. His job was just to interrogate the prisoner, not to guard her. He should return to the Norfolk fleet to report but, until this moment, he didn't make any progress about the interrogation. For this he called Graves in help, to "press" her, to do the work quickly and good.
After a pause moment he resume.
"I would accept it, I would want it. But I can't ensure you what will happen after this interrogation!"
Another pause for reflection...
"Let's do so! Tell me everything! I will go to check your words during my patrol and then I will look for ensure your freedom."
"You keeping your word after leaving? Non, you'll just continue trying to fight the Gallic Fleet and die trying, and I'll end up rotting here. The only way you'll get anything from me is ensuring that you keep your end of the deal. Else, you might as well just end me right now."
The Gallic pilot was stern in her opinion, it was deeply ingrained into her from youth that the Sirians will try to use every shady trick in the book to ensure they get what they want and abandon her right then and there. History would repeat itself the same way, just in a much more minor scale. The thought of having to stay here until the Roi's armies would manage to break through and free her wherever she was on was concerning and unappealing, to say the least.
"Prove that you'll keep your word, and I'll keep up my end. Until then, I won't be saying a thing. Even with that creep threatening me!"
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