Chrysotile kept his expression impassive, but he was frowning on the inside. He realized he had screwed up -- competence in this case wasn't reflected by words of comprehension, but by constantly asking questions. That's how Intel worked. And he'd blown it.

"Yes sir, thank you sir." The lieutenant rose from his seat on the ice chest and smoothed his uniform before turning smartly on his heel and heading for the office door, careful not to slam it behind him in frustration as he left. He didn't know whether to wallow in his misery and failure, as Quartz clearly was, or get angry and succeed just to show him. Or just get angry.

He opted for the latter.

Shazari
And wrap! Thank you so much for the rp~ <3