The colonel's eyes flicker with some internal thought or another while he studies the Elf; but she's holding up with her story, and he seems to be trusting it so far.<br/><br/>"So far" being the key words.<br/><br/>"I see... and did you have a dossier on this P.o.I.? Surely CST wouldn't send a Pathfinder off into no man's land without some sort of a clue what she was in for..." The longer the colonel speaks, the hotter the air around Rishi seems to grow; but the man doesn't seem to notice it in the slightest, even after he takes a long sip of his own coffee. Sure, he grimaces a little at the taste; but after his cup claps back down on the table, the man just picks right back up. "Was he AWOL, or was he secessionist? Did he have plans for the codes? I see an execution program on the flash drive... so I need you to tell me, missy, what these codes are for."<br/><br/>The man is really invested now... he's practically on the edge of his seat, his eyes flashing with a mad sort of ambition and his tan jacket hanging down around him like a snake's shed skin...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ok, double tests this round; composure vs. threshold 4 to keep up the facade, and a perception check (-1) vs. threshold 6. </div></div>