Don't look at the Warden, he tells himself. You are not taking sides in this. It mostly works, his temple just half cocking in the woman's direction like a dog who's sighted some interesting thing down the path but is mindful of its master's presence at heel. He lowers his attention from Nikos back to harness. Tap, tap, tap.

"Would that be when we are meant to be slipping undetected into a magistrate's public office, or while I am being tortured as a captured enemy agent?"

Just so they're all on the same page.