Up in a bare, draughty room, Mathea's impatient wait is ended at last by the arrival of a singularly unimpressed guard captain. He gives her a quick look over then directs his ire at the unfortunate guard who has been waiting with her. "You got me up here for this?!" "Sorry sir," the guard mumbles. "Thought she might be a spy. For the Vras." "Who didn't come with their envoy but got caught poking around a week later?" The guard captain is already part-way through the door. "I'm not a spy!" Mathea yells after him, then glares at her guard. "You made me wait four hours for that?!" "Sorry Ma'am..." "I'll see myself out." "Wait..." But his plaintive request goes unheard.