As she saw that he wanted to refill her glass she quickly emptied and nodded at him then, a weak smile appearing on her face for a few moments.
"Our work, hm. Let's say detection of Nomads within our allies ranks, as well as uncovering every single one of them in the current Maltese goverment. Not to mention our plans about establishing a new clean goverment once the corrupted parts were removed."
She just got back to her almost emotionless expression...
"That must have been our old leaders doing. I can remember him taking our flagship to Bretonia without permission.. it was to fight off Nomads but I guess things didn't do as planned anyways. Not like I really care, as I already mentioned the Armed Forces didn't mind my presence in Bretonia at all and the heavier assets are far away from Bretonia."
"A wise man, he usually knew what he was doing and having reached the status of a Maltese and Warship Captain as foreigner from Liberty should say a lot about him already. It's just that he took too many risks after some time which eventually leaded to a suicide mission. He returned, poisoned in the same way Loyola is. Atleast I was able to help the small bit which is left of himself before cutting off any contact..."
''By 'poisoned' i assume you mean...infected?'' he asked, ''And I'd like to know more about you. Obviously your have your own reasons behind being an exile but i am curious, what did you leave behind in Malta? friends? family? you've clearly sacrificed much to be here...was it worth it?''
He turned away and pulled out fresh booklet of paper from his briefcase and continued writing.
"My sister went crazy, she called me a slave of the infectees.. she tried to murder me. Now her corpse lies in a cryo capsule waiting for revival. I don't have any other family there, and friends? The president disappeared so none left anymore too. Business partners? Agents? Sure. That and a few hectar huge wasteland is what I left behind."
She laughed out.
"I still wonder what face the new leader of the CID made when she saw that my manor blew up in a nice huge explosion."
''You murdered your sister? Why? what made you think she was 'crazy'?'' he asked taking a drink of water. ''Seems like a lonely life being an exile'' he said ''Do you ever get tired of it?''
She didn't seem really touched by her following own words.
"She poisoned me.. she attacked me, who would attack their own sibling when they are not insane...and no. I am not tired of this life, it's better than the life I would have now.. if I was even still alive. Lonely? That's true, it's very lonely."