Almost puzzled by the small talk, before she got the opportunity to get any words from her mouth the moment had passed. It was just as well since she likely would've responded with the wrong answer given that she wanted to be polite to her superior, even if it wasn't her natural state of being, but something told her the moff would see through any false niceties she gave. No matter how well she could act the part, some people were too good at reading others. She didn't yet know moff Rence but an initial impression was beginning to form.
It soon became apparent that quite the contrary was true of herself as the moff began listing information that she imagined was in her classified file. It was no surprise that she had access to the file and it shouldn't have been a surprise how detailed the information that was gathered without her knowledge was, knowing the ISB, but few people knew such intimate details of her and even fewer said them to her face. Her full name was used on legal documents and nothing more.
Her expression remained placid, neutral, as her personal information was detailed to her. It was somewhat disconcerting to hear but no slip in body language would betray her until the unexpected mentioning and gesture accompanying the announcement of her mixed heritage, at which point her brows furrowed slightly but she nodded in confirmation to cover up the slip and regained her emotionless expression.
Her gaze shifted from the woman to the holoprojector where she instantly recognised the reports being detailed. Were they the reason she had been summoned?
As much as the situation of Stygeon Prime frustrated her due to it being largely out of her control, she was not about to argue her case now. The best she could do was nod in agreement at the moff's comment on it being a shabby job. She could at least agree with that, even if she had far more to say about it. While the compromise in identity was not her fault, she should've seen the warning signs. She wouldn't admit it but she had gotten too comfortable and blindsided by her arrogance in the belief that her identity would not be exposed and as such had never prepared for the possibility that it could be.
Intrigued by the preposition, her expression shifted to a quizzical one.
"Of course. Do you have something in mind?" She asked. While she was hesitant to talk out of place, still playing by the rules of the book, she had a nagging curiosity and given the short lecture she had just received, she figured moff Rence was unlikely to hound her for asking another question.
"Are these why you asked for me?" She asked, gesturing to the files and adopting a less stiff stance afterwards. The peculiar woman seemed rather unconventional and less militaristic than expected so Zoraya adapted her behaviour to suit the situation.
Zoraya Ives-Ayres
