[ It comes as no surprise that such words would come from her—Ackermen’s absolute dedication to Jaeger is something even someone serving in the Bitch Brigade would be able to detect. It’s an admirable trait, however, it does little to soothe the unease and quiet irritation rippling through the Captain. ]
[ And the look he flashes the Private is enough to convey that. ]
"You have until the count of three to convince me of that, Ackermen." [ And when he got to three, he was going to—personally—kick whoever’s ass needed to be kicked for this. ]
[ Probably Jaeger’s. ]
[ It certainly didn’t take a genius to pick up on the captain’s levels of irritation rising with each passing second. What did take some brainpower was figuring out a way to appease him– stat. Before he diverts the pent-up annoyance towards her adoptive brother. ]
[ Oh yes, she was well aware that Eren may or may not be involves in this. And chances are the captain may or may not decide to put full blame on his poor soul (moreover the former than the latter). ]
[ –But oh no, not that she’d let him have his way this time. Over her dead body. ]
[ She had to time her words right, however. And show not a single hint of dissension. ]
”–If I recall correctly, Eren has been working at the stables and mess halls since this morning, under your orders, sir. I’ve seen Miss Petra come in and out of the kitchen and dinning areas; surely if something was amiss there, she would have come and reported it right away. And–…“ Here goes nothing. ”… I couldn’t help but overhear; chances are Sasha’s cooking dinner tonight. Again. With Petra.“
[ Maybe her words rolled off her tongue too smoothly– almost heedlessly. And yet the poker face she wore hasn’t faltered. Yet. ]