[h2]Aden[/h2]

The private let a few beats of silence descend as he scrutinized Zoe. Taking in her warring features; the care free mask she was trying to effect and the underlying panic that was boiling beneath the surface.

Another slight glance over her shoulder showed no signs of pursuit still. There was also a distinct lack of clamor, alarms or the report of weapons ringing in the air. 

So he gave a simple shrug, slightly easier now in his wounded side, and offered an arm with a flourish. 

“Allow me the honor of your escort down the hall, My Lady” He adopted a slightly posh accent to the line. Covering his suspicion with a joking tone. 

As he ‘escorted’ her; he may have shot a glance over his shoulder just to confirm for a third time. Still no commotion in her wake. Yet she looked as panicked as the escape from Inbur. Something Aden found strange as the pair entered the semi-converted recreation room. 

The private releasing his grip to rummage through a cabinet. Memories of his attempts with his siblings at poaching the family alcohol growing up in the back of his mind as he pulled a half filled decanter from its enclosure. 

His weak hand liberating a pair of glasses and setting them on a table.

“Two fingers?” The question asked as he poured his own glass. A scant amount of brandy in the bottom of the glass. 

[@Dyelli Beybi]