The sharp tap of Nyna's heels echoed down the corridor, soon replaced by the hiss of a door sliding open as she scanned her iris for access.
"You've already seen everything here. So why are you still calling me?" She threw her words at Zeran, who was fixated on the big screen displaying cafeteria CCTV where Lethia was eating, caught in a frame.
"Because she looked like she was in pain while kneading her lower back," Zeran muttered, eyes never leaving the screen.
Nyna sat onto a nearby sofa, taking a generous sip of the wine she'd just poured.
"If you're that worried about her, why don't you just snatch her up and lock her in a golden cage in your mansion? Do you even realise how much trouble you've caused with this little game of yours?" She glanced at the technician, focused on cycling through the camera feeds until Lethia's came back up on the main display.
