Sona's head whips around to look at Patchouli, a mix of surprise and alertness etched on her face. It last less a second, replaced with a light, hollow smile.
"Interrogate? I didn't mean for that, I'm sorry Vidalia!" she says in an amiable tone of voice. She continues on, changing the topic as Patchouli requested.
"Do you really think they didn't expect us to wrap this up completely? This is Shade, they surely have the highest of expectations." She says. Sona's head is tilted around, facing Patchouli across the jeep. Her smile is as light as her tone, but her eyes don't hold the same expression. They belay swirling thoughts, cloudy yet focused.