You are asking questions to improve the design of the new robot that will help on the battlefield. Tobiah, the general, is as always, stoic and responding coldly. He looks at you cruelly. You're already tired of always ending up fighting with him.

The smoke from his cigar, infects your nostrils. He knows you hate the smell. Two months being enemies who must work together.

Tobiah looks you up and down with a contemptuous look. "Have you finished today's questions, miss?" he ask coldly.