Tearing her eyes off the distant Erik, Astrid glanced at Zohran with a small smirk. "You'll find out… or not. Frankly, it doesn't have much to do with Maghreb, and I'm sure you don't tell your subordinates everything?"
Zohran's nose, currently in jackal form, twitched at her comment, and Nasir frowned deeply. "We're still third-rankers. Subordinate and weaker than you we may be, but we're still third rankers, not simple subordinates."
Astrid's tone lowered a little, adding a dangerous edge as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You're new is what you are," she growled threateningly. "Be good little subordinates who don't ask too many questions for a while, and maybe eventually you'll be trusted with knowledge of plans that don't concern you."
Her answer took them aback. After a moment of recovery, Zohran growled a little and stepped closer. He looked angry, and not about to take this laying down. "Listen here, you—"
