[ some of the tightness in sonia's chest relaxes at that show of deference, however slight, but she still feels she can hardly breathe. she blinks and is startled to realize there were tears forming in her eyes. the man's vile aura seems to stir up some deep-rooted fears of living among soldiers, living in war, she's long since tried to quash. no -- no. she can't show fear to one of their own men, save that for the cetagandans -- or maybe not -- but either way, it's much too late. sonia can't will her hands to unclench, but she tries to hide them in the folds of her skirt, and she swallows again. she decides not to correct bothari on his form of address. not worth it. ]
Who -- [ she realizes her voice is still shaking, reins it back in, clears her throat. ] Who are you? Why haven't I seen you amongst Count Piotr's Armsmen?
YEAH GOOD MOVE
Who -- [ she realizes her voice is still shaking, reins it back in, clears her throat. ] Who are you? Why haven't I seen you amongst Count Piotr's Armsmen?