I—yes, well spotted, thank you.

[ She's both irritated and feeling a bit lost, and after Kostos gets a quick frown, she glances over at her desk. This isn’t how she had planned it out. She’d figured out the whole thing— ]

—Kostos. I wanted to thank you. For everything that you’ve done—And I think it’d probably be me, that would get executed. If just because my brother doesn’t go out among shemlen often. And I’ve got, ah. Political aspirations. Which can be deadly.

[ Damn it, Kostos. This is all his fault. ]