Shiva's eyes looked to Hirintka, quickly went to the floor, then looked ahead again. There was a pause where Shiva's silence gave a hint at her disposition to such questions, but she indulged the minimum about of information. "Twenty-two years, sir." She said as tersely as she could.

Funnily enough, Hirintka's tone didn't indicate hostility, but it was still rather shaming to draw attention to her mark with the ship's officers present. This masulu may have been assembly staff, but he either didn't have tact, or had his own way of making Shiva's life difficult. Why couldn't he just greet Shuo and talk about old war stories or something.