Vega looks at it, then back at Yseult, whose attention has gone back to what she is writing. She stares at her, hard. Then she gets slowly to her feet and takes her time pouring a cup of water, drinking with her head turned to the side, wary of gulping down anything directly in front of her new Division head.

When she glances back, Yseult is looking at her suddenly, having silently completed her sentence and set down her pen. It makes Vega fumble the cup when it's already at her mouth, and she spills water down her chin.

Mortified, wiping her mouth with her fingers, she returns to her seat.

"I—" didn't suit any of the others, a horrible thing to say if she wishes to be taken seriously. "I believe my skills are best suited to the Scouting Division."