Rex stared at her for a second. The city's lights were starting to come on behind him as the sky changed from late afternoon to early evening.
The light out here was clear and unfiltered, which made everything look exactly as it was.
"Get the fuck... up," he told her with a cold voice. "Kneeling doesn't help me forget the failure you've caused."
She got up right away, and she had the same look on her face as when she wasn't trying to hide her feelings for his sake. She was just there with what she was really feeling, which, in this case, was a mix of guilt and something more complicated that Rex's Emotional Insight read as self-directed anger.
Rex crossed his arms. "Speak."
"T-The floor preparation worked..." She said, "And... the isolation also worked!"
"The constructs created exactly the chaos you needed... but... the only thing that didn't work was the maids finishing what they started."
"Exactly," Rex said. "How does it feel, actually?"
