[Watching the tea can only occupy her for so long. She glances up at Vander as he sits again, noting the way he flexes, the brace on his wrist that wasn't there when they first met – he wasn't wearing much at all when they first met, really – and offering the faintest, and briefest, of smiles in response to his nod.]

I thought-- [She's not sure how to say this diplomatically, so she simply blunders ahead as best she can.] People make assumptions. About my name. And I'm not just a Kiramman, I'm an enforcer as well, and I thought-- I was worried you wouldn't approve.