"You. Are. Utterly tactless, bringing [i]that[/i] up at a time like this!" Adele cracked her knuckles, already having to let off some steam. "I'm aware that money will make you roll on the ground and bark for a master, but I have slightly loftier goals--like not dying. Exactly what point is there in any job if you get your neck snapped? Did it even occur to you that it might have been Gaivus' intent all along to bring us harm? Either he's the biggest moron ever to run a business, or he's [i]purposely[/i] trying to draw his enemy out. 

"Screw protocol--I wasn't raised to follow orders without question. Djonn needs to be more than diplomatic in a situation like this. I mean, really! Those nobles favored the White Guard name enough to shelter us [i]for free[/i], and now we're bringing danger to their doorstep? You think that's justified because someone who already lied to you says so?"

Adele fixed her glare firmly on Rook, hands on her hips. "I thought someone like you would have valued my safety as well as your own more than pretences demanded by rank."