She looks very elegant; it's extra insulting to Vega that they be made to meet like this, Yseult poised behind her desk, writing and looking beautiful, Vega opposite standing her wearing red, skin to match, still breathing hard.

She sits.

Starts to fidget impatiently with a loose thread on her sleeve, left knee knocking against the edge of the desk and producing a soft, even sound. Is she supposed to wait until she has finished her thought?

Vega clears her throat again.