Here is the continuation, keeping a more natural rhythm and more measured paragraphs:
Mirella left the room first, without waiting for Victor to ask anything else. She walked as if the entire corridor had to adjust to her rhythm, and Victor followed beside her, still with the impression that the captain had more fun when the people around her were uncomfortable. Eleonora did not come along. She only said she had other matters to resolve and that, from then on, Mirella would handle his integration into the mission.
Victor found that suspicious, but not enough to complain.
"Bramford is a small city," Mirella began, while the two cro ssed another wide corridor of the Palace of Lavender. "Port city, humid, full of old warehouses, lesser families, smugglers, and local officers who pretend not to see half of what happens at the docks. Under normal circumstances, we would send two trackers and one administrative agent to resolve it."
"But there is a Specialist involved."
