[ She shakes her head, her frown something frustratedly set, her fingers heavy on the sword on her hip, rolling her jaw to snap her to teeth together. The jump of a muscle in her jaw that twitches with the agitation. ]

I never gave those kinds of speeches, and my best men were not even of my own faith - were my enemies, even, traditionally speaking. I never cared who or where someone came from. Only that they proved their valour. Everything else?

[ Shrugs, lets out a breath, a want to scrub at her face, to rub at her temples to ease what she is sure will be a headache. Instead she rakes her fingers through her hair at her temples, the gray streaks left over from her time imprisoned by the Cetagandans, a stark difference, even in the dark. ] I do not blame them for being suspicious of us, but this is not the time. [ Rips out of her suddenly, sharply, even if it's a low hiss. ] Armies fall by such divisions, they could too. Spring is coming, no doubt the fighting will pick up now, and they seek to pick at such things now?