They stepped out of the interrogation tent.
Freya finally released Gideon's wrist and let out a long sigh, as though she had been holding her breath the entire time.
Patrick, meanwhile, looked surprisingly satisfied. The professor studied Gideon with the quiet approval of a teacher watching a student exceed his expectations.
"You're good at that, Chief," Patrick said with a faint smile. "Making people angry without raising your own voice, making them feel smaller than they really are. If you sharpen your ability to read people, you'll become even more terrifying."
Gideon gave a small shrug. "I plan to. Slowly, of course. Most of our enemies are aberrants. They rarely show emotions, so I haven't had much opportunity to practice."
The dry remark earned a quiet laugh from the older man.
Freya looked between them, her brows knitting together.
"What just happened? I still don't understand any of it."
Gideon rested a hand on her shoulder.
