< Were you trying to sneak up on me?? > Numair wanted to know.

< Oh, no, no, > the Treiha demurred, waving a hand as they stepped fully in to the room. < But I thought I had, anyway. >

Casually, they pulled the door shut behind them. Numair regarded them warily, folding his arms.

< ...Just from court? > he asked.

< Just before, actually, > the Treiha replied blithely, casting a vaguely interested look around the room. < I'd hoped I'd catch you here first. I heard your broadcast this morning, the bit about the dead fuzhu. > They stalked across the room to the table at which Numair sat, their shiny shoes quiet on the patterned rug. < Very nice. Your eulogy, I mean. Very kind of you. >

Then, to Numair's dismay, they swung one leg up and sat on the table, seemingly making themselves comfortable.

< Only, it got me wondering... > They put their head to one side, appearing for all the world to be merely curious. < How did you know all that stuff? >

Numair fastened his collar, frowning up at them. < What stuff, exactly? >

OBJECTIVES:

+ end this conversation

+ don't outright lie (the Treiha will know)

+ don't expose Hawk