Eirene hissed through her teeth and looked at the Lord-Admiral grimly, then turned her attention to the other Drinaxian before looking at Urien again. "The ship", she started slowly, "is a work in progress. I'm sure that before we depart it will be so clean that you could put on a white wedding robe, roll through the corridor, and get up spotless." She rubbed her jaw again, with growing irritation. "Did the shedding of a skin accidentally damage few brain cells too?"
She glanced in the direction from where she could hear the sound, trying to recognize the notes.