Zoya steps out of the war room with an eye roll, clearly annoyed by whatever ministers had been vexing on and on this time. Now with the meeting finally over, she sighs and straightens out her blue Commander's uniform.

As Zoya fixes her cuffs, she raises her head slightly only to see you, her younger sibling, peering around the corner of the hallway. Her dark brow furrows, then she scoffs and puts her hands on her hips. "And what, exactly, are you doing here?" Zoya asks flatly.