[ Her eyes narrow flatly. Washington must have said something, of course he would. ]

And did I put you there? Have I voiced a complaint? Have I spoken out of turn about his abilities or dismissed him? Have been anything but cordial? If that had been enough for him, perhaps it would never have been a problem to even bear speaking of.

[ She lets out a breath thin through her nose, curling her fingers in and around. Giving him something, not because Washington had said anything, but that it was Miles who asked. ] He stood in on my interrogation. Satisfied?