Belasý glanced at Jean, then at Maria, but her only reply was a soft snort.  Izkry sighed.  "She really does do some of her best work alone, or with a very small and very...ah, understanding team," he said, watching her glance around to orient herself before pointing in the proper direction and heading that way.  "A sniper, she does not need so much to work as a piece of something larger.  Even so, I am sorry.  She is...not easy to handle.  Perhaps understandable given our history, but I do wish she would make more of an effort."  He gave the others a lopsided smile and a shrug.  He'd been trying to convince his sister people were OK for years.

((Short but hey, tis something!))