Meesei's expression was notably uncertain with Gallus' suggestion. "I...cannot say that will not work, but it seems to me like a long shot. They are prisoners, and know that we are going to interrogate them. I doubt they will trust anything that any of us say. If it is to have a chance of working, you would have to make your conversion to defector believable. You could...make them believe that they are affecting our loyalty. You recall how the Imperial taunted you? I would be willing to wager he is going to do so again. Perhaps this time, you can make it seem like he is getting to you? I will leave you alone, and you can beat him senseless. Make it seem like he is angering you, then leave him. After a few sessions, he may believe he is affecting you." 

Irenya nodded. "Yes, our skin is quite resistant to such affects. And...I suppose Khajiit fur does much the same thing." She commented. Her breakfast was still mostly untouched, as she was eating rather slowly. Even with the large pauses between speaking, she was too distracted to focus on her food. Instead, she kept glancing over to Ahnasha, who was still focused on helping Rhazii with his breakfast. At this point, she had not yet noticed her.

Taking in a deep breath, Irenya asked yet another question. "Out of...curiosity, are you married to your mate? Um, to Ahnasha? Have you gone through the proper ceremonies, that is?" She asked. It was a seemingly random and personal question, with no obvious reason on why Irenya would be asking, or why she would even care. She had never shown any signs of caring about Fendros and Ahnasha's personal life, beyond voicing her objections to it, so to say that her current line of questioning was peculiar would be an understatement.