[ chrono responds to her dry laugh with an equally wry smirk, then a deep sigh. it was exhausting, trying to keep up with every angle being presented. ]

I'm tired of being given a bunch of vague instructions and then expected to piece things together. If the answers are so damn important, the questions shouldn't have to be asked.

[ his eyes skim the seat of the tribune again, its scholarly locals more than happy to continue avoiding the shardbearers who look so lost. nebula doesn't have to say it; he can read between the lines. ]

Who are you, anyway?